Ch.1 Lyfe
"Dude you going to No Name tonight?" Havik asked me.
Havik was not a tall guy about six feet, large, heavy set dude. He had dark skin and braids tied back behind his hair. He was pretty big I'd guess about 290 pounds of pure muscle. He had to be after all he was the security guard here. Havik was head of security at the halloween shop we worked at. I was a stock boy and in-store magician but today...I'm a cashier-which totally fuckin sucks...thanks Stella...
To be honest I looked like I could be Havik's little brother. My name is Jason Redgrave, I'm about 6 foot one, light skin and braids as well. Unlike Havik's I kept my hair somewhat untidy, allowing my tightly wrapped braids to lay where ever they fell over my face all the way down to my neck and upper back. I was average build nothing extraordinary about me really just my charming demeanor and winning smile I guess.
"Who's playing tonight?" I asked him. Raising my head from the countertop.
"Tony's got a DJ for the night. Lemme know now if your going, he wants to know if you wanna do a magic set behind the bar tonight." Havik responded from his post at the front door. I thought about that for a moment and grabbed my walkie from under my register.
"D.C. what's your twenty?" I broadcasted across the store. The static echoed from the receiver for a brief moment before the familiar voice sprung from little box.
"Uuuuh, I'm up here with Xander and Hera up in the stock room unloading some o' that good old fashion work. I'm inbound to your current position. Over." That's D.C. for you; I'd swear he was almost as loose in the head as Havik. Which isn't saying much seeing how Havik once told me that I was seven cans short of a six-pack.
"Your an ass." I said into the box.
"So are you?" he yelled back through the static.
"Only on days that start with even numbers." I retorted. Havik shook is head in pity at that one.
"Yea you're an idiot." D.C. said rounding the corner holding a Barrack Obama mask in one hand and a pig nosed Sarah Plain pushed up on his head. "What's up?"
"Dude. No Name tonight. Tony wants me to do a set, you filming or what bro?" I asked. D.C. was 23 years old, four years my senior but he was my right hand man and I his, hell we started working at this shop at the same time. We both did magic and in all honesty he was a notch better than me but I could milk a trick for all its worth. So most of the time he'd videotape my work and youtube'd it.
"No problem bro what time?" He asked.
"We need to set up so like ten I guess." I responded.
"Iight bro."
"Uhh Stella what's your twenty?" Came a deep voice from the small black walkie-talkie,
It was our manager Al's voice.
"I'm in the back office with Gabby, Al. What's up?" Stella responded.
"Do we still have that help wanted sign?"
"Why?" Stella asked.
"Because two asses are about to get fired if they don't stop playing walkie tag and get their asses back to work." Al sounded through the box. D.C. quickly turned and ran back into the midst of shelves as Havik bellowed a hard and loud barking laugh from his post.
"Uhh Al? What's your twenty?" I asked into the walkie.
"Changing room with Tabby and Dr. Josh why?" He answered.
"Oh nothing...never mind." I said before putting my head back on the countertop sending Havik into another echoing round of laughter.