Well shit, damn and fuck! That had went exactly how he was hoping it wouldn’t. He could only wince as he watched the glove hit his soon to be ex-customer in the face with eery accuracy. He could also hear the sound of what appeared to be glasses breaking and he seriously hoped that the person didn’t get too injured. It really was bad enough that they were getting injured at all. And it probably was best that he just go up there and face the music. It was best to know who might possibly be suing him and the WWW soon, after all. Wouldn’t want that surprise!
“I am so, so sorry about that. Fuck. Are you ok?” Fred called out, easily just sort of vaulting over the counter to cut a bit of time out before making his way toward the injured customer. Once he was close enough he could see that she’d been popped in the eye and more than likely she was going to end up with a lovely shiner. “Ah shit. I didn’t expect anyone in so late and all, so I didn’t think anything of working out here. Want me to take a look at that for you?”