Ren Solitaire (solus) wrote in repose, @ 2017-11-12 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, adrian march, ren solitaire |
Log; Adrian & Ren
Who: Adrian March & Ren Solitaire
When: Around closing
Where: Books & coffeeshop.
What: Ren is getting ready to close and Adrian's still around
Ratings/warnings: Moderate, Ren has language.
Status: COMPLETE.
Ren flipped the sign around on the door from 'Open' to 'Closed', and then slid the quick lock across. It wouldn't keep a determined burglar out, but it would keep someone from accidentally walking past the sign and walking in, while being an easy enough lock from the inside should anyone need to get out and as he hadn't yet made the rounds around the store to make certain everyone was out, it seemed good to not fully lock up. Maybe some people would have minded closing, but Ren really didn't, even on the nights when it was just him. The shop was typically not so busy in the evenings - to the point where occasionally there were conversations about whether they should be open that late at all - but Ren hoped they didn't decide to close up. The people who came in the evening tended to be his sort of people - the sort that were there for a reason and not just to chatter, or browse books endlessly risking coffee stains on new materials that would then have to be marked down. Tonight had been particularly quiet and Ren wasn't certain there was anyone still there. He flipped the light switches on and off, then started the rounds, collecting a couple of ivory coffee mugs that were left on a table in one large hand, while picking up a used copy of Gone with the Wind in another. He skirted the edges of the shop where the tables and chairs were, and headed back through the stacks to where you could hide amongst the books. He reshelved Margaret Mitchell in the fiction, and then rounded the end of the stacks and stopped in his tracks when he realized someone was still there. And by all accounts it seemed as if the someone might be asleep. He shifted the cups in his hand, they clinked dully, and he gave a low cough as he stepped a couple of steps nearer the overstuffed chair, that probably would have been Ren's choice of seating too if he were visiting and not working. "Hey," he vocalized, and then a little louder. "Sorry, we're uh, we're closing." |