WHO: Sam and Ruby. WHAT: Singing, sulking, tempting. WHEN: Evening; around ten. WHERE: Streets. Near Sam's workplace. RATING: PG-13. STATUS: Complete.
The sound of someone singing rather horribly echoed from the building that Sam stepped out of, instantly vanishing into thin air the second he, rather roughly, shoved the door shut. Slammed. Shoved. All the same. Glaring at the man bellowing his lungs out through the window, Sam turned on his heel and gloomily trudged off.
Oh, he hated his boss. He wasn't lazy. He wasn't a terrible salesperson. He just didn't want to sing in front of a bunch of people that he didn't know in order to sell them things. That's not what he signed on for when he applied for the damn job. In and out, associate with people, fine. He could do that. But to put on a damn musical? For what he was getting paid by the hour? No. It wasn't happening. He couldn't be blamed for hiding behind the shelves when customers floated by his section; he couldn't be blamed for being a lousy help when he did get approached by customers because of his refusal to sing. Sam refused to be blamed. He was stubborn, determined, and downright furious at the entire situation. It would have been all right, he supposed, if he had gotten a stern talking to. But his boss? Was a dick. This was the second time he had been made a spectacle of in front of the entire staff. Having to stand by quietly, head down, shoulders slumped? It wasn't fun. Especially not when he knew that he could have humiliated the bastard ten times as much if he really, really wasn't interested in keeping the job. Unfortunately, he was.
Chest puffing out, Sam turned away from the building and rounded the corner. The second he was out of sight? He stepped up to the curb, grabbed onto the edge of one of the steel trashcans parked there, and roughly shoved it aside. Garbage littered the pavement, spilling out onto the street, but Sam didn't seem to care much about it. Instead he gave the fallen can a kick and turned roughly, hands rising to run across his face.
♪ "With a thousand lies and a good disguise. Hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes." ♪
Yeah. He wished. He turned slowly to look at the mess he had made and sighed. Awesome.