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rainbowfic2012-11-04 02:00 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2012-11-04 02:00 pm
Entry tags:
Lawn Green 11, Zing 13
Name: auguris
'verse: After the World
Story: Summer Job
Colors: Lawn Green 11. summer camp/job, Zing 13. if ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person alive
Supplies and Styles: Canvas
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: A silly one to help finish off my Lawn Green. Cranky teenaged Jean is bad with customers.
"That'll be five-fifty."
The man drew his lips back, yellow teeth ready to drop out of dark pink gums. "That's outrageous!"
The price is on the sign. Jean shrugged. "That's how much it is."
The customer slapped a ten on the counter. "Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I could buy a gallon of ice cream for that price! Two on sale!"
Then why don't you? "Here's your change."
The man grabbed the money out of her hand, coins flying across the counter and out of sight. He grumbled and swore. Jean half-shut the window, glad that, for once, there was no line. Not much call for ice cream on a Tuesday morning.
"Psst, c'mere!" Valerie, the dye-blonde senior with enormous tits, waved her towards the back of the shop. "That guy was kind of a jerk, huh?"
Jean shrugged. They were all jerks. "I guess."
Valerie grabbed a cone and scooped ice cream as she spoke. "Totally! Listen, though, you have to be nice to them anyway, you know? Like, if that happens again, reassure them that they're buying the highest quality, freshest ice cream in the county! You can't get that in a carton!"
But it wasn't. It was shipped in from a factory downstate and left sitting in a freezer for days on end. She knew that, and the customers knew that, but they came and they bought their overpriced weeks-old ice cream anyway. Most of them didn't complain about it.
"Oh, okay." Jean picked at her fingernails. She'd bit them down to nubs, save for her pinky. "Sorry."
"It's totally okay! Sometimes I forget what great stuff we sell too, I mean we deal with it all the time so you get used to it, y'know?" She handed Jean the cone. "Make sure to smile!"
"You must be the happiest person alive," Jean muttered. Nice rack, though.
auguris'verse: After the World
Story: Summer Job
Colors: Lawn Green 11. summer camp/job, Zing 13. if ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person alive
Supplies and Styles: Canvas
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: A silly one to help finish off my Lawn Green. Cranky teenaged Jean is bad with customers.
"That'll be five-fifty."
The man drew his lips back, yellow teeth ready to drop out of dark pink gums. "That's outrageous!"
The price is on the sign. Jean shrugged. "That's how much it is."
The customer slapped a ten on the counter. "Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I could buy a gallon of ice cream for that price! Two on sale!"
Then why don't you? "Here's your change."
The man grabbed the money out of her hand, coins flying across the counter and out of sight. He grumbled and swore. Jean half-shut the window, glad that, for once, there was no line. Not much call for ice cream on a Tuesday morning.
"Psst, c'mere!" Valerie, the dye-blonde senior with enormous tits, waved her towards the back of the shop. "That guy was kind of a jerk, huh?"
Jean shrugged. They were all jerks. "I guess."
Valerie grabbed a cone and scooped ice cream as she spoke. "Totally! Listen, though, you have to be nice to them anyway, you know? Like, if that happens again, reassure them that they're buying the highest quality, freshest ice cream in the county! You can't get that in a carton!"
But it wasn't. It was shipped in from a factory downstate and left sitting in a freezer for days on end. She knew that, and the customers knew that, but they came and they bought their overpriced weeks-old ice cream anyway. Most of them didn't complain about it.
"Oh, okay." Jean picked at her fingernails. She'd bit them down to nubs, save for her pinky. "Sorry."
"It's totally okay! Sometimes I forget what great stuff we sell too, I mean we deal with it all the time so you get used to it, y'know?" She handed Jean the cone. "Make sure to smile!"
"You must be the happiest person alive," Jean muttered. Nice rack, though.