Louis Donovan (strikethose) wrote in repose, @ 2017-11-13 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, jack penhaligon, louis donovan |
[log: antique store - jack and louis
Who: Louis and Jack
What: Youngling Jack stops by the Antique store!
Where: Repose Antiques
Perhaps it was the damage done by almost a year, off and on, sheltering from human contact, but Louis was finding himself more of a homebody than ever these days. It was easy to be, with the business just downstairs from his apartment. He'd spent a single week with Sam and Chris during the rabies crisis, but then it was back to the store, installed again in his place.
There was a bit of cleanup to do around the building after the authorities had packed up and left, but the shop itself had simply been boarded up in the interim. Loyal customers took a few days to trickle in again, but it was gratifying to know that they'd missed the shop. He didn't chalk this up to any specific loyalty to him personally - Repose Antiques had been in this town for a long while, and had established itself as something of an institution with a strong local following. The dismay at seeing it shuttered after being targeted by rabid animals was, he assumed, more the general feeling anyone has when seeing something from childhood under attack.
Still, business was picking up briskly in advance of the holidays, and enough customers came in the door that he didn't have much time for self-analysis. He was almost accustomed to the thrumming feeling of wants and needs rolling through his door each day. The burst of pleasure when a customer found something that fit the bill just exactly was enough to keep him going without a sharp drain, but the nagging tiredness at the edges told him that, sooner or later, he was going to need to find a way to top up.
That was for the future, and the academic strangeness of it made it easy to compartmentalize, as if he had a cold he could simply work through. It was late in the day, now, and the woman likely to be his last customer before closing had just wandered out. He began locking the cases behind the counter in the few minutes before he would lock the doors. Tonight he would...stay in. Of course.