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Author's Note: Well, when you know, you're up at four in the morning and you're talking with Tina, you have some strange ideas for stories, let me just say. Fun ones, I think. We were actually talking about what would happen if Alex wasn't a wrestler but worked at a food store and ran self scan. Well, you will see what happens. I hope you all like. AND TINA. MUST WRITE STORY. :) LOL. Enjoy!
Alex yawned as he felt onto his hotel room bed, exhausted from a long day with TNA wrestling. His body ached and he was barely able to move his body under the covers before he felt himself to star to fall asleep. It was such a long, painful day… He dosed off minutes later, dreaming of the girl he saw in the audience and her smiling face while she cheered for the Guns. He wished he knew who she was. In his dream, just as he went to go up to the girl, a loud voice interrupted him.
"Hey, kid, a little help here?"
He looked around him. He was in a grocery store and dressed in some kind of ridiculous uniform with an ugly ass apron to match. Some irate looking man was yelling at him and he looked around. Apparently, he wasn't in his hotel room.
"Hey, kid, why don't you do your damn job!"
Alex narrowed his eyes. "Why don't you shut the fuck up?"
"Excuse me?" the man answered, slamming his wallet down on the register. It looked like it was self scan he was on… but why was he there? Did he lose a bet with Chris and apply for a job here? He wasn't drunk… he would remember this. "I want to see your manager."
"Yeah?" Alex mused. He walked over. "You'll see my manager in your dreams, fuckface!"
Alex backed up and suddenly superkicked him onto the floor and smiled while customers stared around him.
"Can you please help me?" another voice said and he followed it to another self scan register. A young and smiling woman stood there with a donut in her hands. "I don't know what number it is."
"My favorite," Alex muttered and pulled the donut from her hands, walking away from the register. "See? And now you don't have to worry about the number!"
A few other employees stared at him and he rolled his eyes. "What?"
"Shelley, you are so getting fired," one redhead said. A blonde next to her nodded.
"Please, they won't fire me." He didn't work here. It was just a bet. "Where is Chris Sabin? Is he waiting for me to fuck up?"
"Chris Sabin?" the blonde asked. "Shelley, did you hit your head or something? Sabin was fired from here months ago. He superkicked someone too."
"Awesome," Alex muttered, ignoring the blonde and the redhead as he walked away, enjoying his donut. "Hey, kid."
"WHAT?" he snapped.
"Do you know where I can find…?"
He didn't finish. "Do you know you can kiss my ass?"
Another annoying customer. How did people work in retail? People are so annoying and think he's supposed to help or answer them. Alex's eyes lit up when he saw the case of donuts. A price said they were a dollar, but he figured with his employee discount, they'd be free. With a smile, he reached in and pulled one out. Fired his ass! "Mine," he said.
Seconds later, someone pushed him and he went falling into the donut case. Some customer continued walking after and just ignored him. "Hey, watch where you're going, dickhead!" He looked down at all the donuts. "Uh, clean up … for Alex Shelley's stomach!"
Just as Alex went to pick them up, he fell again and suddenly was falling. When he looked up after, he was sitting on the floor of his hotel room, his phone in his mouth. "Damn retail," he muttered.
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