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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,

An open palm received her change, the bills going back into the wide mouth of her leather wallet while the coins were shoved into a tight-fitting pocket. Sometimes Charlie bitched about the fact that women's clothing was so much tighter than men's, and this would have been one of those instances, but she was too eager to take her ordered parts and leave.

But she would have to admit, once she'd gotten back to Pax and repaired her bike, that this Idris guy had made things fairly quick and painless. Maybe if he loosened up and lost the sales-man shtick, there would be something likable about him. But for now it was the garage - potentially one of hundreds in the area - that was the only thing winning him any brownie points in her book.

"I'll keep it in mind," was her only response, picking up the package in her left hand while her right placed her wallet in her back pocket. Without further exchange or preempt, she turned on one booted heel and walked away, moving back through the interior of the dealership until she was back outside again and hailing a cab in order to head back to her apartment building and her bike.