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[May. 16th, 2009|01:29 am] |
*wanders out to the customer service desk at Tradewinds North 053 ("Making Car Rental A Breeze!"), idly scraping at a(n old?) mustard stain on the front of his work shirt* *would be keeping an eye out for management (they don't like the scrub staff mingling with the customers—something about looking professional and shit), but the night boss is too busy playing the lottery and watching old game show reruns to care what's going on out front*
*gives the redheaded girl at the desk a lip-curl that might pass for a smile* 'Scuse. Gotta find s'more rec forms.
*hunkers down behind the counter and bumps the girl's legs aside to open the cabinet beneath* *okay pair of legs, too, for a skinny chick* *rummages through the boxes and loose forms and envelopes, barely noticing when the door-chime sounds* |
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