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where Cosmic Comics.
when Wednesday, 5/27, 7:30 pm.
For the most part, Sam liked new comic book day. Mostly she liked it because she didn't technically work on Wednesdays, which meant that after her shift ended at the vet clinic she was free to buy her comic books, loiter a bit, grab some coffee and go home to enjoy them. Except today was different. Today, one of the little high schoolers who worked part-time came down with a mysterious illness, and she was the first person who agreed to cover the shift until closing. Granted, their weekday hours were pretty short - her shift ended in half an hour - but still, it was the day everyone and their mother came to get the latest issues, and dealing with so many people was just
exhausting.
The customer at the counter was a man in his late twenties, with frizzy, reddish brown hair who looked just a little bit like he'd been running a marathon before he stopped by. He wasn't exactly the stereotypical dirty nerd, but he did look like he could use a shower, maybe a bit of social interaction, and a breath mint. The box full of VHS tapes he was trying to convince her to buy from him, well, those didn't exactly help either.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, trying not to grin - though the vaguely horrified, but sort of troubled look probably wasn't doing her any favors. "We don't.. buy this stuff. Actually, I don't think we do buy-backs. And this is stuff we don't sell," the red-haired girl explained, holding up a particularly old-looking VHS with the label
La Blue Girl fading from the side. Sam was no expert, but she was
pretty sure she knew what the tape contained. "The pawn shop might, or you could try VIP or whatever? But, I know it's anime, but-" Sam waved her hand, giving the tape back to the owner and his box of very strange, very scary tentacle-related goods. "
No."
That seemed to get the point across. Looking equal parts pissed off and defeated, her lone customer left the store. With a sigh, Sam slumped back down onto the stool behind the counter, pulling one of the books off the back table into her lap. Core rulebooks weren't exactly the most inspired reading, but it was better than arguing with some guy about his second-hand hentai.
