Drug Store Romance: PG-13
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skylark97's stories about where she worked. I'm writing it by hand in my school notebook during the mornings before work. Which means it all has to be typed up before I can share. It's also part of the story I'm writing for Skylark's birthday. Since she's read the first part and told me I could post it, you all get to read it.
I don't do fiction set in the real world often, but when I do, my sense of humor runs wild and free. XD
"Here's six dollars and..." Derek felt his mind go absolutely blank. The customer looked at him impatiently. "... some change. Have a good morning."
"Hmph." The old lady made a show out of counting her money in front of him. Since it came up correct, she found something else to complain about. "It's ten after four. You should wish me a good afternoon not a good morning."
"You're right, ma'am. Thank you for reminding me." I hope that $80 worth of crap you bought gives you a hernia, you wrinkly old hag. Derek kept smiling, knowing that if he didn't rise the bait the old woman would get tired of harping and leave. Fifteen incredibly long minutes later, she finally walked out.
Derek laid his head down on the counter and wished he could go to sleep. He swore that this was the last time he'd leave a paper till the last minute. No more all-nighters for him. Really. He meant it this time.
The chime to the front door went off. Derek's head came up off the counter. "Thank you for shopping at Raleigh St. Drug Store. Have a nice day." Only the two guys who were looking at him like he was crazy had just walked into the store.
Sleep deprived. Definitely sleep deprived.
Once the two guys disappeared into the store, there really wasn't anything to do until they came back up front. Derek really wanted to lay down behind the counter – and really who cared how nasty the floor was? – and sleep. His boss would kill him though. There were customers to consider.
Instead Derek busied himself by straightening the already straight shelves. The only way these shelves could get and neater was if I had OCD. Oh hey, someone bought a pack of the Power Rangers gum. I pity them. That stuff has been sitting on the shelf since I started two years ago. While he was working, Derek started singing the Power Rangers theme under his breath.
He was so engrossed in his non-work that one of the two guys actually had to ring the front bell to get his attention. Derek was standing less than two feet from the cash register. Had they tried calling him and he just hadn't noticed? "Sorry! I didn't see you. Is this going to be all?"
"Yep. Sure is." This came from the taller of the two. He had to be six foot six, with brown hair that was artfully streaked with blonde and pulled back into ponytail. Derek began to scan the items without even looking at them. In reality, he didn't need to look at them. All he needed to hear was the beep of them being scanned.
It was kind of Zen, in a weird way. Plus it gave him plenty of time to look at his customers.
Tall guy was wearing a white suit jacket with a pale blue silk shirt. It would have screamed "reject for the eighties" except that the silk shirt was about two inches too short, revealing rock hard abs. Besides which, the guy looked too... groomed to be from the eighties. What was that one term? Metrosexual? Derek was firmly putting tall guy into the Metrosexual category.
One of the things Derek was scanning didn't beep. He flipped the box over, tried again, heard it give a satisfying beep, and continued.
The shorter guy, who probably had an inch or two on Derek, looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. The muscles in his shoulders were tight and he was scowling. He was cute, but in the boy band kind of way. Derek would bet good money that all of his clothes were from Abercrombie and Fitch.
Something else didn't beep. Derek flipped the box and tried again. No beep. He sighed, looked down, checked where the bar code was, and waved in a few more times. Nothing. That meant typing in the UPC by hand.
Movement caught his eye just as he hit the last number. Derek looked up. Metrosexual had slung his arm over Boy band's shoulders. He was also grinning like a maniac. "We just thought we'd have a little fun tonight.
Derek was confused until he actually looked down at what he had in his hand. KY jelly. He glanced at the counter to see two boxes of condoms. They were the only thing he hadn't scanned.
Um. Um.
Boy band drove an elbow into Metrosexual's side. "Ignore him. He's always like this." Somehow that didn't make Derek blush any less.
"You're total is $50.36." Boy band pulled out his wallet and paid while Metrosexual laughed. Derek took the money and was desperately trying to count out change without looking either one of them in the eye. Bad enough that he was so tired he could pass for the walking dead. He didn't need to be having fantasies about his customers while on the clock.
"Thank you for shopping at Raleigh St. Drug Store. Have a nice day," Derek blurted out way too fast. Metrosexual leaned across the counter. Derek leaned back a little, but not far enough. Metrosexual had the greenest eyes he'd ever seen.
"You know what would make it an even nicer day?"
Derek swallowed. Hard. "What?"
"If you'd join us tonight."
There was a rough edge to Metrosexual's voice that traveled down Derek's spine and settled in his groin. He was suddenly very, very glad for the counter. It hid a multitude of sins. So to speak. "I'm... I'm sorry? I have to work."
"Your loss," Metrosexual said right before boy band slapped him upside the head. He grabbed Metrosexual's arm and hauled him towards the door.
"I can't take you any where. He's not interested."
"I don't know. He seemed to be checking you out."
"You are delusion..."
The rest of the conversation was lost as the front door closed behind them. Derek stood behind the counter, dumbstruck, his brain still trying to process what had happened. Not only had he been invited to have a gay threesome, he'd been invited to have a gay threesome by customers. Somehow that just made it worse.
Three more hours until he could go home...
As a side note: I won't be posting another part of The Witch King story this weekend since what I have done of the next part is sitting on the computer at work. I forgot to email it to myself. -_- I'll try and get the next part out before I head to New York City on vacation.
skylark97's stories about where she worked. I'm writing it by hand in my school notebook during the mornings before work. Which means it all has to be typed up before I can share. It's also part of the story I'm writing for Skylark's birthday. Since she's read the first part and told me I could post it, you all get to read it.I don't do fiction set in the real world often, but when I do, my sense of humor runs wild and free. XD
"Here's six dollars and..." Derek felt his mind go absolutely blank. The customer looked at him impatiently. "... some change. Have a good morning."
"Hmph." The old lady made a show out of counting her money in front of him. Since it came up correct, she found something else to complain about. "It's ten after four. You should wish me a good afternoon not a good morning."
"You're right, ma'am. Thank you for reminding me." I hope that $80 worth of crap you bought gives you a hernia, you wrinkly old hag. Derek kept smiling, knowing that if he didn't rise the bait the old woman would get tired of harping and leave. Fifteen incredibly long minutes later, she finally walked out.
Derek laid his head down on the counter and wished he could go to sleep. He swore that this was the last time he'd leave a paper till the last minute. No more all-nighters for him. Really. He meant it this time.
The chime to the front door went off. Derek's head came up off the counter. "Thank you for shopping at Raleigh St. Drug Store. Have a nice day." Only the two guys who were looking at him like he was crazy had just walked into the store.
Sleep deprived. Definitely sleep deprived.
Once the two guys disappeared into the store, there really wasn't anything to do until they came back up front. Derek really wanted to lay down behind the counter – and really who cared how nasty the floor was? – and sleep. His boss would kill him though. There were customers to consider.
Instead Derek busied himself by straightening the already straight shelves. The only way these shelves could get and neater was if I had OCD. Oh hey, someone bought a pack of the Power Rangers gum. I pity them. That stuff has been sitting on the shelf since I started two years ago. While he was working, Derek started singing the Power Rangers theme under his breath.
He was so engrossed in his non-work that one of the two guys actually had to ring the front bell to get his attention. Derek was standing less than two feet from the cash register. Had they tried calling him and he just hadn't noticed? "Sorry! I didn't see you. Is this going to be all?"
"Yep. Sure is." This came from the taller of the two. He had to be six foot six, with brown hair that was artfully streaked with blonde and pulled back into ponytail. Derek began to scan the items without even looking at them. In reality, he didn't need to look at them. All he needed to hear was the beep of them being scanned.
It was kind of Zen, in a weird way. Plus it gave him plenty of time to look at his customers.
Tall guy was wearing a white suit jacket with a pale blue silk shirt. It would have screamed "reject for the eighties" except that the silk shirt was about two inches too short, revealing rock hard abs. Besides which, the guy looked too... groomed to be from the eighties. What was that one term? Metrosexual? Derek was firmly putting tall guy into the Metrosexual category.
One of the things Derek was scanning didn't beep. He flipped the box over, tried again, heard it give a satisfying beep, and continued.
The shorter guy, who probably had an inch or two on Derek, looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. The muscles in his shoulders were tight and he was scowling. He was cute, but in the boy band kind of way. Derek would bet good money that all of his clothes were from Abercrombie and Fitch.
Something else didn't beep. Derek flipped the box and tried again. No beep. He sighed, looked down, checked where the bar code was, and waved in a few more times. Nothing. That meant typing in the UPC by hand.
Movement caught his eye just as he hit the last number. Derek looked up. Metrosexual had slung his arm over Boy band's shoulders. He was also grinning like a maniac. "We just thought we'd have a little fun tonight.
Derek was confused until he actually looked down at what he had in his hand. KY jelly. He glanced at the counter to see two boxes of condoms. They were the only thing he hadn't scanned.
Um. Um.
Boy band drove an elbow into Metrosexual's side. "Ignore him. He's always like this." Somehow that didn't make Derek blush any less.
"You're total is $50.36." Boy band pulled out his wallet and paid while Metrosexual laughed. Derek took the money and was desperately trying to count out change without looking either one of them in the eye. Bad enough that he was so tired he could pass for the walking dead. He didn't need to be having fantasies about his customers while on the clock.
"Thank you for shopping at Raleigh St. Drug Store. Have a nice day," Derek blurted out way too fast. Metrosexual leaned across the counter. Derek leaned back a little, but not far enough. Metrosexual had the greenest eyes he'd ever seen.
"You know what would make it an even nicer day?"
Derek swallowed. Hard. "What?"
"If you'd join us tonight."
There was a rough edge to Metrosexual's voice that traveled down Derek's spine and settled in his groin. He was suddenly very, very glad for the counter. It hid a multitude of sins. So to speak. "I'm... I'm sorry? I have to work."
"Your loss," Metrosexual said right before boy band slapped him upside the head. He grabbed Metrosexual's arm and hauled him towards the door.
"I can't take you any where. He's not interested."
"I don't know. He seemed to be checking you out."
"You are delusion..."
The rest of the conversation was lost as the front door closed behind them. Derek stood behind the counter, dumbstruck, his brain still trying to process what had happened. Not only had he been invited to have a gay threesome, he'd been invited to have a gay threesome by customers. Somehow that just made it worse.
Three more hours until he could go home...
As a side note: I won't be posting another part of The Witch King story this weekend since what I have done of the next part is sitting on the computer at work. I forgot to email it to myself. -_- I'll try and get the next part out before I head to New York City on vacation.
Re: *fangirls*
Date: 7/16/06 12:48 am (UTC)