Dante Hicks leaned against the counter at the QuickStop and yawned, reading Star Wars Insider. He had partied like there had been no tomorrow the night before—Well, he hadn't wanted to, but his best friend Randall Graves had made him stay until three o'clock in the morning. He had wanted to give Kate, his old flame, a call but Randall was either very persuasive or else Dante was a wuss. He preferred to believe the first one. And of course, his boss made him open up today. Of course.
A customer came in. Dante glanced up at him, slightly annoyed from being bothered.
"Pack of cigarettes," casually demanded the customer, pulling out his wallet after walking up to the counter.
Dante silently pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the shelf above the counter and slapped it down onto the counter with a drawn out sigh. He went back to his magazine. As the man left, Randall walked into the QuickStop.
"I know I'm just wasting my time asking," said Dante, not even bothering to look up, "But shouldn't you be over at RST?"
"Dante, my friend, I'm finally getting out of this smoldering dump of cheap merchandise vended to half-wits. I sent the boss my resignation," replied Randall with an air of triumph.
"What did you say?" Dante looked up from his magazine, completely shocked. Randall was holding a letter of some sort.
"Check this out," said Randall, handing Dante the letter, which had obviously been torn open already. Dante pulled out two pieces of paper that had been carefully folded.
"Randall Graves, you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—What the fuck is this, Randall?!" Dante continued reading. "This has to be a joke," he said after finishing the letter and looking at the list of materials needed for school.
"No way," said Randall, showing Dante the back of the envelope. "Look at that wax seal. 'Hogwarts.' If that's not official, then I don't know what is."
"But it's in England. How the hell are you going to get to England? And how are you going to pay for this tuition, given that this isn't a fluke -- Just last night you had to borrow money from me for a pizza!"
"Do you see anything about tuition on this letter," asked Randall, holding up the paper. "I don't think so. Wouldn't you think they'd include that in this?"
"AND THAT'S WHY I THINK THAT IT'S A SCAM," shouted back Dante. "Do you fucking think that magic really exists? I mean, I think you would have known by now if you had magical powers." He sighed.
"Oh, not necessarily. In A New Hope, it would appear that nothing odd ever occurred to Luke that would have indicated that he was force sensitive. He only found this out after meeting Obi Wan," replied Randall matter-of-factly, as he grabbed a Gatorade from the freezer.
"Randall, I just think that you shouldn't act so quickly. You shouldn't have quit RST immediately after receiving that letter. You could have—"
"Yo, clerks," interrupted Jay as he and Silent Bob entered the QuickStop.
(A/N: That's all I have so far. Heheh. Any comments?)
A customer came in. Dante glanced up at him, slightly annoyed from being bothered.
"Pack of cigarettes," casually demanded the customer, pulling out his wallet after walking up to the counter.
Dante silently pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the shelf above the counter and slapped it down onto the counter with a drawn out sigh. He went back to his magazine. As the man left, Randall walked into the QuickStop.
"I know I'm just wasting my time asking," said Dante, not even bothering to look up, "But shouldn't you be over at RST?"
"Dante, my friend, I'm finally getting out of this smoldering dump of cheap merchandise vended to half-wits. I sent the boss my resignation," replied Randall with an air of triumph.
"What did you say?" Dante looked up from his magazine, completely shocked. Randall was holding a letter of some sort.
"Check this out," said Randall, handing Dante the letter, which had obviously been torn open already. Dante pulled out two pieces of paper that had been carefully folded.
"Randall Graves, you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—What the fuck is this, Randall?!" Dante continued reading. "This has to be a joke," he said after finishing the letter and looking at the list of materials needed for school.
"No way," said Randall, showing Dante the back of the envelope. "Look at that wax seal. 'Hogwarts.' If that's not official, then I don't know what is."
"But it's in England. How the hell are you going to get to England? And how are you going to pay for this tuition, given that this isn't a fluke -- Just last night you had to borrow money from me for a pizza!"
"Do you see anything about tuition on this letter," asked Randall, holding up the paper. "I don't think so. Wouldn't you think they'd include that in this?"
"AND THAT'S WHY I THINK THAT IT'S A SCAM," shouted back Dante. "Do you fucking think that magic really exists? I mean, I think you would have known by now if you had magical powers." He sighed.
"Oh, not necessarily. In A New Hope, it would appear that nothing odd ever occurred to Luke that would have indicated that he was force sensitive. He only found this out after meeting Obi Wan," replied Randall matter-of-factly, as he grabbed a Gatorade from the freezer.
"Randall, I just think that you shouldn't act so quickly. You shouldn't have quit RST immediately after receiving that letter. You could have—"
"Yo, clerks," interrupted Jay as he and Silent Bob entered the QuickStop.
(A/N: That's all I have so far. Heheh. Any comments?)