Emmy Gale (emmy_gale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-30 02:57:00 |
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Cocaine is a Hell of a Drug
Who: Crystal and Emmy
Where: Shattered Records
When: Friday, January 28th
It was finally closing time, which Emmy was grateful for as she ushered the last customers out and locked the front door, dragging a hand through her long blonde hair. She had Crystal with her for the closing tonight, figuring that she'd teach the other girl some closing procedures. She was dressed in tight jeans and a loose-fitting Metallica tee tonight, clearly in a bit of a 'meh' mood when she got dressed today. "I'm so BEYOND tired, it's not even funny," she muttered.
"Somehow it doesn't seem right that we have to deal with people that buy Britney Spears albums. Neely needs to make a rule that says we get to drink hard liquor any time we gotta deal with that shit." Ah. Clearly, Crystal was in an equally wonderful mood. Dressed in tight gray jeans and a tye-dyed, flowy blouse that managed to show just enough cleavage to make it more sexy than ridiculous, the brunette grumbled and started rearranging the pop section. "Also? Do teenagers know how to put shit back once they pick it up?"
"Yeah, they're little bitches," Emmy muttered with a cute little scowl. "Although... speaking of hard liquor..." Emmy added as she unlocked a cabinet under the main counter that only she and Neely had access to and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of plastic cups. "Tell no one."
"Wait... what.... oh my GOD!" Crystal gasped. "Are you and Neely fuckin' or something? Why else would you know all this shit I don't know? Not that I'm bitching... pour that shit."
Emmy poured them each a cup and rolled her eyes, "We're NOT fucking. I just... know all the store's secrets. Like... you know that listening booth that's upstairs that's always locked?"
"Yeah.... what IS the deal with that?" Crystal inquired, raising a brow and feeling not unlike she was discovering the lost secrets of the bible or something...
"Melville had special fittings installed... it's bigger than the other booths. Sound-proofed. He said that he wanted somewhere to scream sometimes." She chuckled and took a mouthful of her drink. "I *may* have a key to that, too."
"Aaaaand I'm guessing you have far more perverse ideas for THAT thing that he did, hm?" Crystal asked, with a smirk.
Emmy tapped her nose and smirked. "Usually we're supposed to do some general cleaning when we close, but I'll leave that for the plebs tomorrow..." She said, at least TRYING to do her job now as she took another mouthful of her drink. It was a LONG day. STFU.
"So... you got anyone in particular yer thinking of dragging into the soundproof booth? Come on... like I'm gonna repeat this." She laughed, desperate for some fun gossip or SOMETHING.
Emmy rounded behind the main counter and leaned against it on her elbows, giving Crystal a cheeky grin. "Well, the offer's always there if you want a ... *release*. Otherwise, no."
"Me." Crystal blinked, hilariously like a deer in headlights. "I... um... I didn't even know you thought of me like that. Which is kinda funny since me and Neely have caught each other checking out your ass at least three or four times since we opened..."
Emmy chuckled and nodded. Well, not everyone could be like Neely and immediately announce that they wanted to fuck someone within 30 minutes of meeting them, hm? "I have a ... specific type," she admitted.
"And that is?" Crystal asked, laughing. "My type is... decent-looking and with a pulse."
"Gee, way to lower the bar, huh?" Emmy smirked, refilling her drink. She'd developed a tolerance, so it'd take a few drinks to get her good and going. "And my type's attractive brunette's with personality."
Crystal just GRINNED there, having realized something. "No WONDER you were all quiet the whole day after Ginny Callaway came in that time..."
Emmy blushed then. Profusely. "...Shut up." Of course, Crystal was right. "You'd have to be deaf, dumb and BLIND not to notice that woman."
"Dude. Preachin' to the CHOIR." And then, because she had to throw this in. "For the record? When she hired me, Neely warned me that if I ever hurt you, she'd kill me."
"She did?" Emmy blinked. Apparently NEELY knew her type, huh? Maybe that was why Neely had never tried hitting on her, because she knew the attraction would only be one-sided, or something.
"Yeah. Something about hurting you or throwing off the dynamic of the place... she was kinda scary in a hot sorta way. What can I say... confident blondes kinda get me going." Oh my. A perfect match here? "Speaking of confident blondes. Her friend? Patience? Holy SHIT."
"Ooooh, is that the chick that looks like sex on a stick?" Emmy replied with a smirk as she started doing the closing procedure-stuff. She could multitask, after all.
"God, yes. She fucking BIT me, Emmy. Right on the inner thigh. Hottest thing ever." She actually fanned herself, laughing. "Ok, suddenly, I'm all hot and bothered and thinking that trip to the booth might be a VERY good thing..."
"Jesus..." Emmy breathed, eyes widening as she just PICTURED that. "I kinda don't blame you."
"So... if we're officially closed... wanna show me that booth?" Crystal asked bluntly, arching an eyebrow in a comically Neely-esque way.
Emmy took another mouthful of that Jack and set it down on the counter. "Alright. Just... don't go thinking that I'm a massive slut, or anything. Even though, admittedly, I am." She chuckled and started to lead the other girl upstairs.
"Of course you are. We can smell our own, after all..." Oh, wonderful. Apparently Neely was running a store full of sluts. Fantastic.