Thomas Raith | The Dresden Files (lovekillsdinos) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-12-10 06:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 december, ~40 points, ~~thomas raith (lovekillsdinos) |
WHO: Thomas Raith and OPEN
WHAT: Finding a temp job, then getting a hot drink
WHEN: Tuesday morning
WHERE: Walmart and the Coffee Shop
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Thomas was a rich boy. There was no doubt about it. The Raiths were disgustingly rich, and Thomas was every bit used to being that way. Here in Madison Valley, however, with no access to his family fortunes, with none of his credit cards working, and with no one even knowing who he was, Christmas shopping was kind of sucking. Especially since he'd been too lazy to actually find himself a job while he was here.
Well, that wasn't exactly true. But the hair salons had made it clear that they didn't need some 'fancy-boy' from Chicago to do their ladies' hair just fine. And Thomas hadn't pushed it. Because really, he liked not working. He liked being idle. Back in Chicago, he'd enjoyed his job while he'd had it, enjoyed being useful and productive. It had given him a way to feed, something to do with his time. But he had plenty to do with his time here (well, enough for him, anyway), and with Justine back in the picture there was no need to go to such lengths to keep his demon at bay.
So he was playing the part of the pampered rich boy again, only without the funds to go along with it. Which wasn't nearly as fun. Justine had a job which kept them comfortable enough, but some ancient, male part of him kind of hated letting her support them.
So Tuesday, after Justine had left for work, Thomas went out in search of work. He'd done it before, when he was living with Harry, and before he'd found his stylist gig, it had never worked out well. Perhaps this place would be different (or perhaps not), but he'd at least give it a shot. He wanted to get Justine something for Christmas that she hadn't ultimately paid for, after all.
So it was that he found himself temporarily hired as a temporary clerk at Wal-mart. He'd never done anything like this before (although he'd worked at McDonalds for a few weeks while working with Harry), but after the simple training, he found that he was particularly good at suggestive selling. Hmm. Just a carefully planned look in a lady's direction, and he could practically have her buying the whole display. Well, that was useful, anwyay. By the end of the day, he had sold more packs of gum than anyone, and while his back hurt and he felt like slugging the next person he saw, he made his way to his favorite coffee shop to get a cup of hot cider. Which he would then take home and spike.
Holding the door open for the person who was hustling down the street in front of him (the cold didn't bother him nearly so much), he grinned a bit impishly. "Guess everyone's in a hurry to get something hot today."