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It had been about 3 hours since the last customer had come into the shop. The woman was elderly and smelt so strongly of stale eggs and powdered milk that Lottie couldn't help but gag slightly when she placed a bottle of vodka on the counter. She had opened it as soon as she had paid, staggering out of the shop as she swigged a high mouthful from it. Quite the specimens could be seen here. 

Lottie stretched out in her seat, similar to that of a cat who has just woken up. There are a lot of boring jobs and this is certainly one of them. After playing solitaire with herself, reading her fashion magazine, sewing up a pair of her trousers from her bag, eating her breakfast AND lunch, smoking between each thing, of course, there wasn't much left to do. She got up out of her chair and went to peruse the snack aisle. It was then that she heard that dreaded noise. The screech of the automatic doors that she was almost certain hadn't been oiled since the day they'd been fitted. She didn't look up, just continued to browse...  they didn't even have any Oreos. The doors closed and the scum that had stumbled in felt the need to proclaim his entrance.


[color=96EACE]"Heeey,"[/color] said the person. Slurring the middle of the word hey meant two things: you were pissed OR you were [i]trying[/i] to pick up a woman, and it was pretty obviously the latter... she hoped. The man was tall enough to see over the aisles so her attempt to remain hidden had been ultimately futile. She folded her wings in as tightly as she could - people seem to dislike them. Lottie let her eyes dart to and from the man. He looked older than he probably was, his face sagging slightly and his eyes appearing slightly hollow and empty, almost like the thousand-yard stare of a traumatized soldier. Despite his appearance, Charlotte sensed a crumb of something different about him. She slowly made her way back to the counter, trying not to get in his way. With that, he spoke up again.

[color=96EACE]"You got any milk or eggs n' shit here?"[/color] He asked, his voice lazy and gruff. Any eggs and milk in a convenience store. For most that's pretty much the only thing people buy in them but in this shit tip of a so-called "shop," Lottie wouldn't have been surprised if there wasn't any. Despite her thinking, she would still make a snide remark.


[color=FFA987]"Eggs and milk? Have you ever been to a fucking convenience store all we sell is eggs, milk, alcohol, and cigarettes,"[/color] she scoffed, walking out from the counter and entering the egg aisle only to bump right into the man. He was stood RIGHT next to the eggs. Nevermind. He was just as dense as the rest of them.


[color=FFA987]"Where are the eggs? Oh, I dunno... Right in front of you!"[/color] She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back allowing him to see the whole egg selection. [color=FFA987]"Jesus you're a lazy lump!"[/color]. The smell of her modest and demure floral perfume would fill his nostrils as she stood next to him, arms folded with a disappointed look on her face. Despite her best efforts they may be the tiniest whiff of a cigarette to one with an acute sense of smell. She looked around the shop once more then pointed over to the fridges in the back corner of the shop.

[color=FFA987]"Milks over there in the fridge. They twat who runs this dump put it all the way at the back so people would pass all the other shit they don’t wanna buy and be enticed. Would have the opposite effect on me if I’m honest."[/color] She looked up at him again, his lazy features explaining that this man just didn’t care about life at the moment. She sighed.

[color=FFA987]"I thought I was a bore. Let me get the milk for you and save those tired little legs of yours,"[/color] she said in a mocking sarcastic voice. A little smidgen of kindness perhaps. Although yes she was talking him down… she was actually getting the milk for him.
She opened the fridge which was far warmer than it should be, routing about to find one that wasn’t over the sell by date. Once she’d got one she made her way back, handing the carton to him.

[color=FFA987]"Here you go. Just to let you know the store closes in..."[/color] She looked up at the clock [color=FFA987] “8 hours! Soyou probably have JUST enough time to pick some eggs then eventually make your way over to the counter and pay. Heaven help us if you want anything else,”[/color] She says laughing slightly, remaining stood beside him as she waited for his response.