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estdeus_innobis[Sunday, June 13th (Day 378)]
[Noon, The Sacred Whore]
Ah, boredom. My old friend.
It's slow, even for a Sunday, and by the time I've finished with all the little tasks that must be done - sweeping, dusting, reordering the clothing racks, and tidying the displays - only a few hours have passed. And there's nothing left to do. It's times like these that having the two assistants is more a burden than a boon, and I actually toss Winnie a look when she moves past.
I throw some money at them and send them away. Buy something, go take a nap, I don't care, just go.
I'm minded to flip the sign to closed after that, as everyone else has the good sense not to be open on a Sunday, but I don't. Anything could happen, anyone could show, anyone at all... I keep the bedroom door open, to listen for the bell, as I move back to change. It's humid today and I'm not dressed for it, I've suddenly realized. And my other shirt was a little dirty, from the cleaning. Yes.
In a moment, though, I'm back to sitting on the counter, glancing around the shop and near-to-tears with nothing to do. It's ridiculous I know, but with three of us here all the time, and two so hard-pressed to be busy little worker bees, there doesn't seem enough activity to go around. That's it, that's the rub - they are just bothersome, underfoot and annoying. If a customer came in they'd both be sure to just run over, before I even had the chance to give a go. Start a conversation. Maybe have some lunch. Socialize.
Hmph.
And you think they could have left me a bit of alteration to do in the meantime, something, to break up all this waiting. All this god-awful wanting (nagging) to go do something foolish. Like I even need any more supplies.
Though I wonder if the General Store is even open on Sundays.
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[And there is sexy time...]
[Noon, The Sacred Whore]
Ah, boredom. My old friend.
It's slow, even for a Sunday, and by the time I've finished with all the little tasks that must be done - sweeping, dusting, reordering the clothing racks, and tidying the displays - only a few hours have passed. And there's nothing left to do. It's times like these that having the two assistants is more a burden than a boon, and I actually toss Winnie a look when she moves past.
I throw some money at them and send them away. Buy something, go take a nap, I don't care, just go.
I'm minded to flip the sign to closed after that, as everyone else has the good sense not to be open on a Sunday, but I don't. Anything could happen, anyone could show, anyone at all... I keep the bedroom door open, to listen for the bell, as I move back to change. It's humid today and I'm not dressed for it, I've suddenly realized. And my other shirt was a little dirty, from the cleaning. Yes.
In a moment, though, I'm back to sitting on the counter, glancing around the shop and near-to-tears with nothing to do. It's ridiculous I know, but with three of us here all the time, and two so hard-pressed to be busy little worker bees, there doesn't seem enough activity to go around. That's it, that's the rub - they are just bothersome, underfoot and annoying. If a customer came in they'd both be sure to just run over, before I even had the chance to give a go. Start a conversation. Maybe have some lunch. Socialize.
Hmph.
And you think they could have left me a bit of alteration to do in the meantime, something, to break up all this waiting. All this god-awful wanting (nagging) to go do something foolish. Like I even need any more supplies.
Though I wonder if the General Store is even open on Sundays.
[Continued http://estdeus-innobis.livejournal.com/446918.html]
[And there is sexy time...]
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Date: 2012-01-18 08:26 am (UTC)I fold my arms and look at him expectantly. I think this is a game I can play.
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Date: 2012-01-18 08:31 am (UTC)I laugh, I can't help it. "In the dressing room? Well that hardly sounds like fun," I say, starting to unbutton my shirt. "Are you sure I can't just take them off right here?" Of course, we are technically still open for business. The door's unlocked and either Winnie or Damien could be back at any time.
I slip out of my shirt and toss it her way.
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Date: 2012-01-18 08:40 am (UTC)I point towards the dressing room. "You can prance around your shop all you want, but that's where I want you to make me forget my ex-husband." And oh, Dorian, I really, really do.
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Date: 2012-01-18 08:53 am (UTC)"What can I say? I'm a man half-starved," I say. "In obvious need of Excolo's finest pies." Oh God, if Iago were here...
"You can prance around your shop all you want, but that's where I want you to make me forget my ex-husband."
"Prance? I don't prance." I'm still smirking a bit though, of course, backing towards the dressing room. "Strut, yes. If you're very lucky."
My shoes, my socks, they're easy enough to take off and kick into the corner once I'm behind the curtain. There's something amusing about all of this, especially now that she can't see me.
I toss my pants out of the dressing room.