Tristan Faulkner (doitforme) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-03-12 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | mao sakibou, march 2010 |
Who: Tristan and Mao
What: Tristan is not even trying to focus on work at this point.
Where: Entertainment store
When: Friday evening
Rating: TBD
The entertainment store that he worked at was always busy on Friday nights, but Tristan had rarely bothered to worry about it, and it was even less now. He was behind the counter, leaning over and flipping through the newest issue of Rolling Stone, occasionally pulling himself away to ring someone up when the coworker also assigned to the counter absolutely couldn't handle the people. It wasn't like they were mobbed, even, so Tristan didn't know why he was whining about being overworked. In any case, the manager wasn't around and he wasn't about to be fired, so he had no reason to help more than he had to.
At some point he got dragged away to help some kid find a game that he'd been looking for, despite the fact that it was pretty clearly labeled. When he returned to the registers, there was only one person on line - a brief lull, he supposed - and a couple people milling around. Not too bad. And really, he was good with people when he wanted to be, so it wasn't much of a stretch to flash a friendly smile at the person looking at the smaller stuff they kept stocked around the counter, though he was hardly paying attention to who it was. Someone had been messing with his magazine and lost the page. "Hey, can I help you with anything?"