'Really? Again? I didn't think humans could get much stupider. Looks like I'm wrong. Again.' Victoria thought and sighed internally, as she stood, hands on her hips, and argued with yet another customer about late fees on rentals. It was the same argument day in and day out.
"But it's only a day late! How the hell is it another ten dollars?" the customer raged as he threw the stack of DVD's across the counter, two falling to the floor.
"It's another ten dollars because its policy. And the policy states that it's another two dollars per DVD per day. You have five DVD's out; five times two is ten. Hence you owe another ten dollars." Victoria explained, voice toned in annoyed and now feeling like an automated machine. 'You're acting like a child' she thought, as she watched the grown man begin to throw a temper tantrum.
"I refuse to pay it, you little bitch!" he raged, trying to seem intimidating, failing at doing so since he was maybe thirty five, around five foot eight, and couldn't be more than one hundred and fifty pounds. His hair was greasy and slicked back, only emphasizing the fact he was thinning early.
"Well you see here. The fee will increase by fifty percent extra every day you don't pay it. And after it rises so much we can call the cops on you and have you arrested. So if you would rather avoid that I suggest to just pay it now." Victoria explained, annoyance disappearing and anger rising up with his attempt to scare her. Not much ever scared her. She was five foot nine, one hundred and eighty pounds, and almost total solid muscle; toned to not appear overly muscular. But she never had to try in the slightest to stay that way. But when it came to her age, she was twenty-three in human years, by her choice. In demon years she was one hundred and thirty-eight.
Silence fell over the shop, besides the previews movies coming out on DVD and would be featured soon in the shop. After a moment the customer finally replied but with an attitude most unsettling, "Fine. I'll pay it. But don't ever expect to see my face in your shop again." And pulled out his money, paid and turned for the door.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, you dumbass!" Rang a voice from far behind the counter. The voice was not Victoria's, but the customer was not paying attention to who said it.
"Shut up you stupid bitch!" said the customer as he spun around, and took a cheap shot at Victoria's jaw, catching her off guard and hitting her square in the jaw nearly dislocating it, but not quite.
"Mmmm….", was all that came from Victoria, as her rage built and took control of her. She reached over the counter, pulled the customer by his collar, and threw him backwards into a DVD rack, knocking it over with a loud crash, sending empty cases flying. She shook her head, and took a deep breath.
"Get out. Now." Was her only response, and the man got up and quickly half limped out of the store.
A few seconds after the man left Victoria screamed, "What the hell Marishica Lei Kay Esme? Why the hell did you do that?" Her voice resonated throughout the entire store.
Soon another young woman appeared in the hall leading into the back offices. She looked similar to Victoria, strong built, a tad shorter, and had dark purple hair and emerald green eyes instead of ruby red hair, and dark purple eyes. Also, she looked to be only about five years older than Victoria, if that. The two looked at each other, Victoria still angry. But this young woman just laughed. Her laugh was loud and had a sort of cackle to it.
After a moment she collected her self and finally spoke, still with a little bit of giggle to her voice, "Vickie my dear, are you really asking me this? You should know me well enough by now. Just to mess with you my dear."
Victoria sighed and shook her head, "Yes I know. But seriously? That guy actually hit me. I was ready to beat his ass. And don't call me Vickie!"
"But you didn't. And I know you wouldn't have. I know you well enough sis'. And I did just to get under your skin a little. Remember I am your big sis. It's practically in my job description to pick on you from time to time."
Another sigh came from Victoria, "One of these days I'm not going to be able to control it, Marishica. Then what? And you should know damn well not to do that when I'm this pissed off."
"I'm here for that reason. You're not going to kill anyone. I don't think you could fully kill… many."
"If I got angry enough you know I could kill about anyone. You know I get that from Dad. That's why Lucifer loves him so much."
"Yes, I know. But still. You are my sister. I'm not letting you become Dad. Nor Mom. We swore we would keep each other from becoming Dad or Mom. Anyways, it's getting close to shift change. Wanna get ready to go? I have an idea of how to chill tonight." Marishica said with a sly little smirk on her face.
"Yes, believe me I remember. I just see similarities and it's scaring me. But on to the question at hand, that depends. What's your idea?"
"One of my favorite places… It requires us to get a little dressed up. In our favorite ways of coarse." She says a little too much sass in her voice.
"Hmm… I see.", V says as a sassy smirk appears across her face, "Well if I can dress in my favorite little outfit then… Of coarse!"
"I was hoping you'd say that. Let's get going then! I wanna get there early! You know I like to see my options before the festivities start." She said with a wink.
"Always. And we both must have the best partners. Or else the night is just so one sided."
"Exactly!" Marishica exclaimed, as the back door slammed shut, indicating the next crew was in to take their places, "Now let's grab our shit and burn rubber back!"
Both young women turned around and bolted towards the offices, grabbed their purses, and bolted out to Victoria's car. A classically restored muscle car, a classic 1969 Chevy Camaro, black with classic silver racing stripes for the body's paint job. The interior held a vamped up stereo, and sleek, black leather seats. And what was under the hood was nowhere near to being legal, but they were a speed demons heaven.
They jumped in and Victoria started her up, and turned up the stereo. They sped off to get ready for what they hoped to be a fun and well needed relaxing night.