Title: A Day in Retail (Working title)
Author: Irishclover
E-mail: Dmhallock@mac.com
Category: WWE
Pairing/Characters: I'm not really sure right now.
Disclaimer: The WWE owns it all. I own nothing. probably not even this idea. how can you own an idea anyway?
Distribution:FF.net will have it when it's up again. other then that if you want it, ask.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: Nothing really. this is an AU.
Summary: Its kind of hard to explain. Retail at its freaky best really.
Notes: AU. if you don't like it, get out.
~~ Chapter One
Her shift was just about to start as she came rushing through the door to get out of the cold. As Amy walked into the store she was greeted with the sight of Jay lying across the checkout counter like it was a couch or something. She stopped for a moment to ponder why he hadn't heard her come in. 'The stupid door makes that damn little bell sound as you walk in.' She looked him over, taking in the faded tight black cargo pants and the dark blue long sleeve shirt his was wearing. The shirt had a faded design up the sleeves that clashed slightly with the dark green apron that he wore. 'Oh well time to wake Sleeping Beauty up.'
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Amy asked, laughing a bit as Jay jumped at the sound of her voice. Jay looked her over noticing her slightly damp hair that meant that it was still a bit rainy outside.
"Well?" Amy asked about a bit impatiently this time.
"Trying to pretend I'm not here."
'Is it working?"
"Nope."
"Ok then, get off the check stand."
"Why?" Jay said, looking at her funny.
"Because I want to see if I can make it work," Amy said with a teasing look in her eyes.
"Sure, sure. Go clock in you fool. The we can sit here and be bored together."
"Sounds good," Amy said as she turned to walk to the back. While doing so she noticed that no one was around. Sometimes when she worked the graveyard shift there were weird yet entertaining people. 'Not today I guess,' Amy thought to herself.
She clocked in, and then wrote on the board that she actually got in at 11:55. 'Always need those extra minutes.' Amy pulled her tattered jacket off and stuck it on an empty hook. Taking a look around she noticed what a mess it was in the break room. 'Pigs. Every last one of them.' She then turned and spun her combination into her lock and snapped it open. Taking her apron from the locker and setting it down on a near by chair. Then placing her bag in her locker she closed the locker, clicked the lock shut and gave it a good spin. She picked up her discarded apron, and as she headed out of the break room she lifted the apron over her head. By the time she was almost to the front she had the apron tied around her waist.
"You know Amies, I don't see why you even wear the apron. You are the night shift manager. You are almost always the only one here. Why wear it?" Jay said from his new position from the spot where the plastic bags were. Jay looked up at her and saw that she had left her coat in the back. She was wearing loose fitting hip hugger jeans with a blue plastic belt, and two shirts. One was a light blue long sleeve and then a short sleeve dark blue shirt over it. She has left her hair down today which was kind of odd for Amy. Jay looked up as she started to speak.
"Ummm. old habits die hard I guess. I used to work the day shift. You remember, right? Plus all of my stuff is in my apron. My tape, sales signs, sale add, sharpie marker, box knife, need I go on?"
"Yeah well, still. If I didn't have to wear it I wouldn't."
"Jay if you don't want to wear it, don't. I personally couldn't care less whether you wear it or not."
'Oh," Jay said simply yet somewhat surprised.
"Oh? That kind of hurts you know. I'm not Jennifer you know. I'm not that stuck up bitch. My title may be manager but I really don't manage anyone. Hardly no one works this shift unless it's a holiday or something. I'm the night shift person. The only reason they promoted me is because I could work the hours, which I had been doing for about a year at the time, and because I have been working here for so long. The old manager decided to get a transfer. So it was left to me. No one really wants to work this shift any way." Amy took a deep breath.
"Amy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry I've made you mad." Jay looked at her with sad puppy dog eyes.
"Brat. You always do that, make me get all disgruntle and then give me that look. You should have that patented, you know? Ok. sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just not in a great mood today. You look the same way actually."
Jay stood up and hugged her. Then he nodded at her comment before speaking, "Jennifer and I got into a fight today. I couldn't come in for my normal shift so I told her I would come in later. She got mad. She was ok with it when I told her over the phone. But when I got in she walked up to me and just ripped into me. I think it was because a new guy was right behind me."
"She's got the hots for you," Amy stated in a singsong voice.
"What? Ewww." Jay gave Amy a look of disgust.
"It's true. You know if you weren't working other jobs on the side I would ask you to change over to the graveyard shift with me. That would be kind of fun. And you would be getting away from her."
"Yeah. Do you ever." Jay trailed off.
"Ever what?" Amy looked at him as she hopped up on the checkout counter.
"Do you ever get lonely? Working the graveyard shift?" Jay said looking up at her from his once again seated position.
"Sure do. No one to talk to really. Sometimes I get a few oddball customers to chat with. Got some regulars that are down right amusing."
"Must be."
"Oh by the way, what are you're shift hours?"
"8 to 4." Jay looked about the empty store.
"Oh that's gonna be a bitch. Sorry but I hate getting off at 4 in the morning. Nothing is open and you never see the sunlight. Trust me, I've done it enough."
"So what time to you get off?"
"At 8. When everyone comes in for work. So it looks like you have four hours to spend with little old me. What kind of fun things we could go. Let's see."
The squealing of tires cuts Amy off. Jay and Amy look at each other and then out the window to see a black car blasting something with a heavy rock beat and a hard bass line. The car was then shut off leaving an almost deafening tension in the air. Out step five people.
End Chapter 1
Author: Irishclover
E-mail: Dmhallock@mac.com
Category: WWE
Pairing/Characters: I'm not really sure right now.
Disclaimer: The WWE owns it all. I own nothing. probably not even this idea. how can you own an idea anyway?
Distribution:FF.net will have it when it's up again. other then that if you want it, ask.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: Nothing really. this is an AU.
Summary: Its kind of hard to explain. Retail at its freaky best really.
Notes: AU. if you don't like it, get out.
~~ Chapter One
Her shift was just about to start as she came rushing through the door to get out of the cold. As Amy walked into the store she was greeted with the sight of Jay lying across the checkout counter like it was a couch or something. She stopped for a moment to ponder why he hadn't heard her come in. 'The stupid door makes that damn little bell sound as you walk in.' She looked him over, taking in the faded tight black cargo pants and the dark blue long sleeve shirt his was wearing. The shirt had a faded design up the sleeves that clashed slightly with the dark green apron that he wore. 'Oh well time to wake Sleeping Beauty up.'
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Amy asked, laughing a bit as Jay jumped at the sound of her voice. Jay looked her over noticing her slightly damp hair that meant that it was still a bit rainy outside.
"Well?" Amy asked about a bit impatiently this time.
"Trying to pretend I'm not here."
'Is it working?"
"Nope."
"Ok then, get off the check stand."
"Why?" Jay said, looking at her funny.
"Because I want to see if I can make it work," Amy said with a teasing look in her eyes.
"Sure, sure. Go clock in you fool. The we can sit here and be bored together."
"Sounds good," Amy said as she turned to walk to the back. While doing so she noticed that no one was around. Sometimes when she worked the graveyard shift there were weird yet entertaining people. 'Not today I guess,' Amy thought to herself.
She clocked in, and then wrote on the board that she actually got in at 11:55. 'Always need those extra minutes.' Amy pulled her tattered jacket off and stuck it on an empty hook. Taking a look around she noticed what a mess it was in the break room. 'Pigs. Every last one of them.' She then turned and spun her combination into her lock and snapped it open. Taking her apron from the locker and setting it down on a near by chair. Then placing her bag in her locker she closed the locker, clicked the lock shut and gave it a good spin. She picked up her discarded apron, and as she headed out of the break room she lifted the apron over her head. By the time she was almost to the front she had the apron tied around her waist.
"You know Amies, I don't see why you even wear the apron. You are the night shift manager. You are almost always the only one here. Why wear it?" Jay said from his new position from the spot where the plastic bags were. Jay looked up at her and saw that she had left her coat in the back. She was wearing loose fitting hip hugger jeans with a blue plastic belt, and two shirts. One was a light blue long sleeve and then a short sleeve dark blue shirt over it. She has left her hair down today which was kind of odd for Amy. Jay looked up as she started to speak.
"Ummm. old habits die hard I guess. I used to work the day shift. You remember, right? Plus all of my stuff is in my apron. My tape, sales signs, sale add, sharpie marker, box knife, need I go on?"
"Yeah well, still. If I didn't have to wear it I wouldn't."
"Jay if you don't want to wear it, don't. I personally couldn't care less whether you wear it or not."
'Oh," Jay said simply yet somewhat surprised.
"Oh? That kind of hurts you know. I'm not Jennifer you know. I'm not that stuck up bitch. My title may be manager but I really don't manage anyone. Hardly no one works this shift unless it's a holiday or something. I'm the night shift person. The only reason they promoted me is because I could work the hours, which I had been doing for about a year at the time, and because I have been working here for so long. The old manager decided to get a transfer. So it was left to me. No one really wants to work this shift any way." Amy took a deep breath.
"Amy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry I've made you mad." Jay looked at her with sad puppy dog eyes.
"Brat. You always do that, make me get all disgruntle and then give me that look. You should have that patented, you know? Ok. sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just not in a great mood today. You look the same way actually."
Jay stood up and hugged her. Then he nodded at her comment before speaking, "Jennifer and I got into a fight today. I couldn't come in for my normal shift so I told her I would come in later. She got mad. She was ok with it when I told her over the phone. But when I got in she walked up to me and just ripped into me. I think it was because a new guy was right behind me."
"She's got the hots for you," Amy stated in a singsong voice.
"What? Ewww." Jay gave Amy a look of disgust.
"It's true. You know if you weren't working other jobs on the side I would ask you to change over to the graveyard shift with me. That would be kind of fun. And you would be getting away from her."
"Yeah. Do you ever." Jay trailed off.
"Ever what?" Amy looked at him as she hopped up on the checkout counter.
"Do you ever get lonely? Working the graveyard shift?" Jay said looking up at her from his once again seated position.
"Sure do. No one to talk to really. Sometimes I get a few oddball customers to chat with. Got some regulars that are down right amusing."
"Must be."
"Oh by the way, what are you're shift hours?"
"8 to 4." Jay looked about the empty store.
"Oh that's gonna be a bitch. Sorry but I hate getting off at 4 in the morning. Nothing is open and you never see the sunlight. Trust me, I've done it enough."
"So what time to you get off?"
"At 8. When everyone comes in for work. So it looks like you have four hours to spend with little old me. What kind of fun things we could go. Let's see."
The squealing of tires cuts Amy off. Jay and Amy look at each other and then out the window to see a black car blasting something with a heavy rock beat and a hard bass line. The car was then shut off leaving an almost deafening tension in the air. Out step five people.
End Chapter 1