The muffled sounds of city life scratched at the walls from the outside teasingly. The slow beats of the tune currently playing came faintly from the speakers above. To be quite honest, it was rather depressing. Not a single person had come into the shop all day. Crossed legs were numb from sitting for ridiculously periods of time atop a single stool pulling up to the register with hopes of at least one customer. Stuart was tired and even though he had nothing really in his schedule for the evening he was ready to call it a day here and head on home. The mere thought of that was bliss but reality was a bitch.
After several months of working here the same attitude of lazing around never ceased. The casual chats with regulars coming and going, applying postage to letters and other small assortments of things to ship, and performing an everyday facsimile transmissions was nothing more than a usual day. But, however, today seemed to be dullest. The minutes barely getting by.
A small sigh escaped the man retrieving the bottled water next to him to take a small swig before capping the recycled bottle and settling back in it's spot next to the register on the small scale. A woman's voice screeched over the radio in an over dramatized commercial making the chronically increasing headache the cashier had throb uncomfortably a large hand ruffling into his azure locks and pressing against his ear and temple to keep it silent till the annoyance was gone. Honestly, that was not the way to win someones attention, especially in the business world. Even he knew. Sadly, professionalism was starting to reduce in high numbers and really, it was a shame. People now a days needed and lived only for their own selfish needs. Some going so far as to practically live off of the government. Truth be told though you could never really get away from the 'Government'.
Another painful throb pained underneath thick brows. 'Great..' Stuart whined internally, reaching down to his jean pockets, pulling out a small cylinder like bottle, tinier than most prescription bottles, popping of the lid and downing the contents that were left in the container tossing it into the trash canister without a care. He gulped hard feeling the capsules glide down his sore throat. Good. Now that was be taken care of and no more throbbing would happen for the next few hours. A smile graced his features at the pleasant thought and best of all, no one saw him.
Come to think of it, most people, if they'd seem him downing a pill or two like that would assume the worst, stare at with eyes big as saucers wondering why he would o'd on the clock, or, at all even. But, since not a bloody soul was freaking here it wasn't going to be a troublesome problem with only three left in the bottle so, no harm done.
A small tingle came from the door bringing Stuart from his meaningless daze. His chin rested in his palm not making a single motion rather sitting contently but over all pleased to see someone finally come in. The older looking shady man who waltzed in had a heavy step, shoulders slumped in a protective posture underneath a black v-necked sweater sleeved or not, over it a gray zip up hoodie with his hands now shoved in his pockets his attentions going to the closest self of miscellaneous things by the entrance. His black jeans held tightly around his legs meeting with Cuban heeled boots in a shade that matched his trousers and hair. The disheveled mess atop his cranium was greasy, this fringe hanging in his eyes concealing all other possible emotions. Not exactly blessed with height the man made up for it in body language and fashion, seeming far more threatening than the occasional thug.
"'Hello Sir! Anything I can help you with today?" The young man chirped attempting to sound cheerful with a smile on his face.
The stranger turned, giving the younger boy at the register a death glare the corner of his lip rising in annoyance revealing sharpened canines.
"Sod off..." A gruff threat erupted from the other.
Blue eyes widened in disbelief. "Excuse me?" Stuart sat up, standing and pushing out his chest slightly to show his displeasure at the insult, all friendliness gone.
The little defiant action made the older man raise a brow in amusement not giving a single care of the oddly looking mans feelings.
"What a face-ache.." The man laugh smugly making the other flush in embarrassment.
How dare him. "And what the hell is wrong with the way I look?" Stuarts' tone cracked making him sound like a prepubescent teen.
Another sinister chuckle came, less enthusiastic, "You have blue hair for Christ's sake..."
Small fists clenched tightly. Oh, that was it.