sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-02-28 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | peri, spencer |
Evening, The Mocha, Spencer and OTA
Spencer was tired, somewhat fed up, and decidedly not interested in being on his own right now. So instead of heading up to his apartment he'd come into the Mocha, and was now on his third refill of coffee, and his second page of illegible scribbles about thieves and security measures. Very illegible, since most of them had been scrubbed out, scribbled through, or doodled over.
They'd been hit again today, midweek, and with whoever it was walking out of the store with nearly two thousand dollars worth of stock from the store, not just ladieswear, but from the stockcheck (now done daily to try and figure out what was going) they'd had several CD's, books, and some small electrical items. Just how they'd done it Spencer wasn't entirely sure, but the security tags were still in the store.
He sighed, and finished that coffee, signalling the barista for a refill and looking round. What he needed right now was some company to distract him from his troubles.