*waits till the door chimes and you and your stupid whistling are gone, then hauls himself up to his feet and knocks the cupboard shut* *just fuckin' figures*
*squints at the front door (now wondering what you look like these days? still a pretty-boy wimp, probably) and mutters to the redhead in explanation* Fuckin' Devon didn't order any more rec forms. Did all that lookin' for nothing. *belches quietly and gives the girl the usual crooked smirk* Whatcha doin' tonight, by the way? Got a hot date? ... You want one?
*sniggers at the expected response ("don't you have cars to clean or something, Joe?") and heads back to the employee door leading out to the garages* *over his shoulder* Yeah, yeah, baby. Keep playin' hard to get.
*and exits, already thinking ahead to the dollar-draughts and wings after work tomorrow (and the almost-full bottle next to the TV), and he'll probably have forgotten he ever knew a Jackie Lee T. by this time tomorrow*