teaganmitchell (teaganmitchell) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-03-07 10:47:00 |
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Teagan was working at the Silver Screen when Tatum confronted Mike McBrayer on the street, but for once she hadn't been able to keep her usual vigil at the window. Her manager had stuck her on straightening the cats and running returns, mostly because there wasn't any new sale inventory to sticker, and there weren't enough people in the store to justify having two people on till. Mid-week days weren't exactly high foot traffic, and Teagan was still doing some creative resorting when the door chimed.
"Welcome to Silver Screen!" Pamela chimed, a sunny, stewardess smile painted across her face in red lipstick (coffee, tea, or me?) until the 46-year-old recognized the little redhead. Then her attention turned back to her phone. Tatum got free rentals off of her sister's account. Not a paying customer. Though Pam's eyes didn't roll, exactly, there was a distinct lack of interest in her tone. Whatever the Donnelly girl was doing out of school, Pam obviously wasn't interested in hearing about it. A hand extended in a vague wave towards one side of the store, long fingernails still festively decorated in silver and gold glitter for the New Year. "She's over in Westerns."
Westerns and Science Fiction were sticking points with Teagan, since she didn't feel they were genres so much as settings, and so she liked to organize them into sub-categories, to differentiate Western Comedies from Western Dramas, and Sci-Fi horror flicks from Sci-Fi action. This led to some confusion, as Alien was solid Sci-Fi horror, but Aliens was Sci-Fi action, and her system dictated that they should be on separate shelves, but if everyone would just universally adopt her system, it would make so much more sense on an overall scale.
She didn't look up from what she was doing until she heard footsteps in her aisle, whereupon she looked up with her own version of the customer service grin. Hers was more maniac than it was stewardess; eyes deliberately widened to the point of absurdity, showing way too much teeth. It was an intentional parody of her manager's expression, but Pamela had never cottoned on to the fact that Teagan was mocking her every time. She just chalked it up to Teagan's innate weirdness. Of course, when Teagan recognized her sister, her fake grin turned genuine rather than fading off completely, warming into a more natural expression on her face. "Taters! You're alive!"
She pushed herself up off her knees, brushing imaginary dust away from the black work slacks and closed the distance between them, speaking hurriedly in low tones so that Pamela wouldn't overhear... not that the manager was listening. Ever since the invention of iphone apps, Pamela had been a lot easier to work for. "Okay, I'm not pissed that you didn't come home when I told you to, but dad's on a tirade. I wish you'd let me spin this one for you, seriously, I know I could've. He's locked up all your shit... and he took your car. I don't know where, but I'm guessing he's stowing it at the station impound lot. I mean, that only makes sense, right? He wouldn't want to sell it and take a bath on it. I think I could -- hey, wait... is that my skirt? Holy shit, you're wearing a skirt?"