Connor "Feckface" Moran (wandsandshottys) wrote in lostinhogsmeade, @ 2010-07-07 09:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | * july 2010, connor moran, player: megan |
Don't rain on my parade
Date: 7 July 2010
Characters: Connor Moran and Open
Location: Dervish and Banges
Private/Public: Public
Rating: Other than language, lowish...will change as necessary.
Summary: Connor is "working".
Completion: Incomplete
Connor was considering how far he'd go in order to get a cigarette right now as he leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the seven lock trunk he had been working on. The stupid thing kept defaulting to lock number four no matter which lock was undone. He'd been working, actually working, on the trunk for the better part of the morning. His new boss was no where near as rapid as his other one back in his own time. The old man had pretty much given himself and Murphy the run of the shop since they didn't put up with stupid people and between the two of them they actually managed to fix up some higher end stuff and sell it. This place he was sure that if he showed up hung over, still drunk from last night, taking naps, or any other of his usual work-related shenanigans he'd probably get fired. He was slightly bummed out by the prospect of no more "Beer Thursdays" at work, but then again Connor had always been pretty good at finding loopholes. Yet another one of his favourite family traits that got passed down. Right along side of torturing siblings, and an alcohol tolerance that surprised even him at times.
Like today for example. Connor had at least managed to behave himself since he started working here so that his boss no longer came in to check in on him random parts of the day. Actually, he had it on pretty good authority that his boss wasn't even going to be in the village at all today. Hence why Connor was no kicking back a little bit debating if he stepped outside in the alley for a smoke, or just say screw it and light one up right now. He weighed his options, if he left and lit one up someone might come in, and then complain that no one was here to help. On the other, he wouldn't be gone that long. Then again he could just solve all of this right now by lighting up in the shop. But they weren't supposed to be "smoking in the shop.", as it "set a bad example". Last night he had thought about maybe just saying screw it and getting a pipe, no one ever would bother a man smoking a pipe, it was classy after all. But then he'd have to punch himself for looking like an old man when he was no where near being old.
Where the hell was Murphy when he needed him. At the Junk Shop they could take turns, assuming that they actually cared enough to leave the shop with someone in it. Most of the time they didn't and just left out the back door. The back door. And suddenly an idea popped into Connor's head. The boss had said no smoking in the shop. He didn't say anything about the adjoining back room. Connor smiled wickedly as he got up and took the pack out of his pocket and opened the back room door, pulled up a stool and lit up as he sat in the doorway watching for potential customers.