Twistng the Hellmouth Fic For All Challenge #131
Title: Please spend your money here again soon!
Summary: Dawn has fun torturing a snarky customer.
Pairing: Dawn/Severus Snape
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the coffee cup on my desk.
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"'Look after the shop today, Dawnie. It's a good way to pay off your debt, Dawnie. Sorry about your date, Dawnie. I'm gonna run the rest of your life, Dawnie.'" Dawn Summers muttered as she restocked the shelves of 'The Magic Box'.
"One tiny mistake and she never lets you forget it. Stupid Slayer. Self-Righteous..." She trailed off when the bell rang, signifying a customer. Pasting a polite smile on her face she turned around, raising one eyebrow at the broody man in front of her. 'Whoa, black much? What is he trying to do, beat Angel in a brooding contest?' "Hi, I'm Dawn Summers. How can I help you?" She asked perkily.
The man's gaze flickered over her, and he sneered contemptuously. "I need to see the person in charge." He said.
Dawn sighed. Another stuffy English man. They'd been coming in all week. At least it wasn't the blonde again...thoguh he probably wouldn't come back in a hurry. Who new Fyarl Blood had acidic properties? Not her...really. That was what he got for calling her a muggle... Whatever that was. "I am the person in charge, buddy. Whaddya want?"
"I doubt you can help me."
"Well I hope whatever you want isn't important, because I'm babysitting this place for another week." Dawn said sweetly. She hated people like this guy. Always looking down on her because she looked like a teenager. She was the fucking Key for fuck's sake! Not a fucking child! There was a fucking hellgoddess after her.
"Well if you're the only person here, I suppose your help might be adaquate." The guy said grudgingly. Evidently this was important.
"Right. What do you need, then?" Dawn asked, all business again.
"Three hundred ounces of bicorn horn, five hundred mils of Fyarl blood, the powergem of a vengeance demon-"
"This is pretty dark stuff, Mr Tall Dark and Broody. What are you planning to do with it? Coz if you wanna take over the world I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." Dawn interrupted.
"On the contrary, my dear, I'm trying to save the world." The man said grumpily, seemingly unhappy with this fact.
"Unwilling participant?" Dawn asked sympathetically. "Rough deal." She bagged the stuff he'd asked for, making sure the grab things Willow had spelled with her 'And It Harm None' spell. It couldn't be used for anything evil. "That'll be $350."
The man winced, but handed over the cash.
"Thank you, have a nice day." Dawn said chirpily. "Please spend your money here again soon!"
Satisfied she'd done a good impression of Anya, Dawn went back to her cursing.
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