Riley Kennedy (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rollwiththepuma) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2008-11-04 20:43:00 |
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Saturday: October 27, 2007
Who: Riley and Max
Where: The Gift Shop
When: Late Afternoon
What: Riley meets someone new
Riley liked working at the gift shop. It was an easy job that had her sleeping half of the time thanks to the two Asian twins working. They seemed like nice gals. Not to mention she had a fantasy in her mind about havin’ her a bit of both of them. Maybe if she took them home she could persuade them. Especially the shy one. She said yes to everything. The thought made her smile a little deviously while she stocked a few items.
She began to work on putting up a few ceramic items on the upper shelves but cursed when she realized she wasn’t quite tall enough. “Fucken figures.” Riley never usually had to deal with how short she was, but moments like this reminded her. She set the item down and looked for something to step on.
It was then Riley realized there was a customer in the shop. Or maybe someone just taking a look around. “Can I help you?” Or maybe he could help her. No way in hell did she feel like placing items on a high shelf all day. He was a good deal taller. Time to be nice.
Who: Riley and Max
Where: The Gift Shop
When: Late Afternoon
What: Riley meets someone new
Riley liked working at the gift shop. It was an easy job that had her sleeping half of the time thanks to the two Asian twins working. They seemed like nice gals. Not to mention she had a fantasy in her mind about havin’ her a bit of both of them. Maybe if she took them home she could persuade them. Especially the shy one. She said yes to everything. The thought made her smile a little deviously while she stocked a few items.
She began to work on putting up a few ceramic items on the upper shelves but cursed when she realized she wasn’t quite tall enough. “Fucken figures.” Riley never usually had to deal with how short she was, but moments like this reminded her. She set the item down and looked for something to step on.
It was then Riley realized there was a customer in the shop. Or maybe someone just taking a look around. “Can I help you?” Or maybe he could help her. No way in hell did she feel like placing items on a high shelf all day. He was a good deal taller. Time to be nice.