shawnlike (shawnlike) wrote in listofthreads, @ 2020-04-06 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: jude ashcroft, c: shawn sheridan, comm: aliud |
Who: Shawn and Jude and some random NPCs
What: "Notting Hill" verse; bookstore drama
Where: Shawn's bookshop in Kinsale
Usually, Shawn's work days were rather uneventful. Although his bookstore attracted enough customers to stay afloat, it was hardly the hub of local activity. On an average day, the most exciting thing that met him was a customer who knew exactly which book they wanted, but they could not remember its title or author or cover or the general description. He was used to such mini adventures by now. Today has been a little more chaotic. Theft wasn't a new thing for Shawn; books seemed to grow legs shockingly often. It was something he tried to not be bothered about when he noticed it in the aftermath of the fact. It was an everyday risk and usually, the losses weren't great. However, a customer - if one could apply that word - today had managed to leave with an unpaid for new collector's edition of The Godfather, the one that cost almost as much as the weekly rent on the shop space. It wasn't a book for reading - although Shawn had healthy appreciation for the actual words contained within - but for displaying on one's coffee table or for gifting to your father when you couldn't come up with a personal present. Therefore, Shawn was much less forgiving. Thirty minutes later, he was wrapping up a conversation with two police officers who didn't see the situation with quite as much concern as he did. Apparently, between the object of the crime and Shawn's intimidating figure, they didn't consider the criminal to be much danger to society. Still, they took his report. Even if one of them spent more time browsing the closest display - the current bestsellers - than paying appropriate attention. Just when the officers where about to leave, the bell above the door to the bookshop made a sound. All three pairs of eyes located the entryway and watched as a tall, handsome man walked in. He was a stranger, but there was something vaguely familiar about him that Shawn couldn't quite put a finger on. The distracted policeman sprung into attention and pulled out his notepad and pen as if the gentleman could miraculously offer some new information on the crime. |