It was just about the end of the day, and George was finishing up with the last couple of customers. He heard Remus' yell and flashed him a grin from behind the counter, flipping him two fingers cheerfully. "Sod off. Some of us are working," he accused.
The two boys behind the counter were shuffled off with their purchases in hand easily enough, and George pulled open the register to start counting out the take for the day. "Lock the door and spin the sign to closed, would you?" he called.
It only took George a few minutes to count out, since he was practiced. When he finished it up, he locked the register and hopped over the counter. "You want to pass out in the storeroom, or up in our flat, Lupin?" he asked.