Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 9:16 pm Post subject: Dog Eared Books.
"I hope you enjoy the book, Missus May." Rory smiled at the older woman as she exchanged book and money between her. She put the money in the register and waved the older woman goodbye as she left, the bell ringing as she opened the door and once again as the door clanked shut.
Rory Falkland was one of the only employees at Dog Eared Books in the middle of the happy town of Cleveland, OK. And despite it being just a book store, it was sometimes a tiring job. She had to move boxes from here to there, sort the books on the shelves to make sure they were in their rightful places.
And when it was reading day for the preschool, kindergarten and so forth she had to handle a bunch of hyper excited little kids and safe the poor books from their grubby destructive hands.
Rory was very protective over the books and there was one in particular that she was protective over. Which, she admittedly kept under the desk to read herself during down times. That is, until someone would ask for it.
The Outsiders.
Rory pushed her dirty blonde hair out of her face, grabbing a hairpin from her pocket and snapping it onto her bangs to push them out of her eyes and cleaned up the front desk before reaching underneath to grab the book and moved to sit down on the stool just in front of the cash register and went back to reading, hoping for a quiet day from now on. She had to go home tonight and clean the house, help with dinner, help Stephen with his homework and do more financial help crap.
This had not been a good day, at least not by Elliot's standards.
He'd woken up late and was, unfortunately, the last one in the house to get a shower, which meant all the hot water had been properly drained already, leaving him to take an icy shower. The day didn't improve much either when he got to work and he found there was already a shipment of ridiculously heavy boxes waiting for him at the warehouse where he worked, and to add salt to that wound, after unloading everything, a clerical error found that revealed... the all too heavy boxes were in fact not even for them, which meant loading it all right back up. Lunch was skipped, which didn't matter much anyway as it appeared someone had left a water bottle on top of the lockers and it'd toppled over and spilled into his locker, soaking everything inside, including his untouched lunch.
All day Elliot had looked forward to just going home, catching a hot shower, getting a not soggy meal, and holing up in his room to read his worn out copy of The Outsiders, however, that idea was promptly shot in the head as soon as Elliot walked into the house and found his roommate, Clyde, puffing on a bong in the living room, which, to be fair, wasn't that out of character or anything enough to send Elliot off the edge, however, what he had his bong balanced on top of on their wobbly, too-low coffee table was enough to launch Elliot into an outrageous fury:
His prized copy of The Outsiders, which he'd obtained years ago when he was expelled from the middle school across town and was put on home study instead.
He instantly went into yelling and overall causing a scene, which caused Clyde to jolt, which caused the bong to tip over... right onto the book.
A brief scuffle broke out, mostly Elliot trying to pummel his weedy little roommate, but it was short lived when Elliot determined man-handling Clyde wouldn't do anything, so, instead, he grabbed up his soggy copy of The Outsiders and got Benny, another roommate, to help him grab Clyde and physically drag him out of the apartment and to the nearest bookstore, which was nestled in between several other Ma and Pop shops in their neighborhood, just a few blocks up.
Elliot practically kicked the door open upon arrival, the bell hanging at the door jangling just as angrily as Elliot looked and felt. He dragged Clyde (although he put up very little protest knowing he was wrong and knowing Elliot could easily give him the one inch punch of death) over towards the counter, where he slapped down his sopping wet copy of the book.
Rory glanced up to see the chaos just before the book was slapped down on the counter with an unpleasant splat and splatter. She jolted away as it did, making a face. "Ugh.. Uh- can I help.. you?" she started, accent there but very light, brows furrowing as she glanced up at Elliot and his crew while putting down the copy of the very same book beside the register.
"Listen up, okay? I need a new copy of this book, pronto. I don't care what it takes, I don't care if you've got to kill a man to get it, I don't care if it costs out the ass, I need it today." Elliot huffed, his voice wavering and deep with his agitation. Of course, if he was in a better state of mind, he probably wouldn't have been as rude to the girl, but right then and there, he was stretched to his limit and already ready to snap at anyone.
"..I can hear you nice and well, thank you." Rory frowned at him, so not in the mood for some rude asshole who was just going to march in and make a mess. She peered at the soggy book, trying to figure out what it was. "What even is that? Jesus, what happened to it?"
"That was my favorite book, a copy of The Outsiders I kept after being kicked out of that shitty establishment, Kieffer Unified, across town way back when." Elliot explained, jaw set. "But someone," he glared down at Clyde, "spilled bong water all over it."
"....And so you slapped it on my clea- ugh, go put that in the repair box over there and I'll ring up another one." Rory said stiffly and very reluctantly went to grab the copy she had been reading. "It's not my fault he ruined it." she reminded, annoyed with his tone with her.
"I never said it was your fault." Elliot snipped as he grabbed the book up and went to put it in the repair box as directed. He reluctantly dropped in, the book having some sentimental value after all, before making his way back over, Clyde in tow the whole time.
"Tch, then you must be one of those that don't tip their waitress either..." Rory muttered to herself, accent becoming more apparent with her irritation as she rang up the book and went to put in their usual paper bag they put the books in. "Six dollars, Bob." she said, referring to him as the big bad Soc.
"Six dollars, David." Rory repeated herself with a slight glare. She'd call him every name in the book that had a bad association if she had to, just to get him out of the shop.
"Can I also take your pissy attitude up with him? Bet he wouldn't like that." Elliot growled, his jaw setting once again as he gnashed his teeth, irritated.
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