For the (hopefully) last time - Frozen In Time is an antiquities shop. We're not a pawn shop. Therefore, unless grandma was Indiana Jones, we don't want to pay you for her stuff.
Someone actually asked if we had any pumpkin spice lager today. First of all, it's not even September. Stop trying to make fall happen earlier and earlier. Second of all, Pumpkin Spice is for lattes (and even then for lattes that are far too expensive for their own good), not beer. Get your gross ass beer somewhere else.
I'm sure you can all guess what my answer was.
[Liam] So the second victim is dead and all they know is that it's a were that did it. My normal loose-lipped customers who would know more aren't talking. What's going on with the Pride? Anyone not falling in line?
[Patrick] If you can't say anything, I get it. But any word on what type of were was responsible for the attack?
It has been brought to my attention, through an inside source with the local police department, that one or more among you have been very very naughty. Apparently the were attack from July's full moon was finally identified as wereleopard. Now... as much as I enjoy some carnage, I don't remember giving any of you permission to do so! But now you have forced my hand. You have a choice. You can either continue to spew carnage, but it will be targeted towards whomever I direct you at. Or one of you can die as punishment.
I'll be waiting for a reply. Make me wait too long and I choose at random which of you dies.
There's always something weird about someone recognizing me from my job and trying to start a conversation. Especially if I'm grocery shopping, or eating. Still, I guess 'You look different with your clothes on' is a novel way to start a conversation, though I'm not sure if that was meant to be a compliment or not...
The Lunar eclipse on the full moon made life at the hospital a bit more interesting. It is only now clearing up, but I slept there for four days out of this last week. I am glad to be home.
Alright, I get that a crate of old books probably doesn't seem important to anyone else, however that's no reason to knock over a display. If I find the teenagers who decided to play 'tag' in my store again, I promise the results will not be pretty.
Whatever happened to respecting other peoples' property?
I'm actually a little surprised I have to say this, but Kickback Jack's is a sports bar. Not a human bar. Not a were bar. Not a vampire bar. A sports bar. Keep your metaphorical pissing contests outside or I'll make you take you outside. And trust me, you won't like my methods.
I desperately need a massage. Please tell me someone has a recommendation around here? I've been working on this piece at college that seems to be killing my back.