Tags: Suspence, intrigue! Wing fluttering!
*Clink *Clink
The little iron bell by the door chimes gently as another potential customer leisurely enters the small convenience store. Light footsteps thudding inside the dense forest of stretching aisles. Quinn minutely pauses, spares a quick glance at the tall metal selves that are filled with all kinds of junk food, overprized cleaning supplies and fizzy beverages, and then returns back to reading her magazine.
If only the brunette cashier had taken the time to inspect her surroundings a little closer she might have noticed the sticky golden stains smeared all over the freshly moped floor. If Quinn hadn't been so absorbed daydreaming about finishing her shift for the day and leaving that horrid, dull place behind, she might have paid more attention to the faint buzzing noise coming from behind the condiments' aisle.
Quinn, however was currently too busy imagining of that perfect, blessed moment when her coworker Illaoi would gruffly take her place behind the counter and grunt to her a reluctant dismissal. And so, the soft buzzing and the noise of clinking glass failed to register in the miffed cashier's mind as she silently waited for the arrival of her dark-skinned savior.
Thankfully enough, though, for all of Quinn's fatigued inattentiveness and the young cashier's wandering thoughts, the bored brunette woman couldn't possibly miss the startling sound of breaking glass when the loud noise emanated from the other side of a heavy steel shelf full of canned goods and preserved fruits.
"Is everything alright back there?" The exasperated clerk groans as she places her magazine on top of the counter and stands up to inspect the source of the loud disturbance. Quinn moves swiftly, circling the aisle purposefully. The cashier's vigilant amber eyes darting quickly across the silent product displays and the colorful wrappers set neatly on top of the heavy steel shelves. If the clumsy customer decides to make a run for it and actually manages to escape from the poor brunette, Quinn's strict boss is going to demand that the clerk pays for whatever shit the customer broke.
"Hey, I asked you a question-"
The words die in the kind woman's tongue. Quinn just blinks owlishly at the seemingly deserted aisle, eyeing the gold-tinged glass shards on the floor, bemusedly.
"Unbelievable!" The now peeved brunette cries out as she frowns agitatedly at the smeared sticky glass near her shoes. Because, apparently, her illusive customer hadn't only dropped a big jar of honey on the floor and made a mess that Quinn would have to clean up later, but the uncaring offender had then proceeded to walk all over it! Spreading the sticky substance among the dusty forest of shelves, smearing the honey between the aisles with their little clumsy footsteps! Their surprisingly small and uncoordinated footsteps, Quinn realizes as a bit of the young cashier's anger slowly gives way to grudging resignation.
It wasn't the first time that a damn rascal had been dared by their friends to steal something from the rundown convenience store at end of the block, or just to annoy Quinn for that matter.
"Damn brats." The irritated female clerk mutters while pinching the bridge of her nose in a show of immense frustration. Illaoi would be there soon, and Quinn will now have to clean up the mess on the floor, before the more bulkier woman would accept to relieve Quinn from her post and be tortured in her place.
With a final tired sigh and sheer exhaustion worn on her face, Quinn turns around to find a paper towel, an old mop and a big bucket of water.
*Thud*
A somewhat muffled sound coming from the Ice-cream and Popsicle Aisle a few selves away from her suddenly makes Quinn jump up in fright and draw her arms against her aching ribcage.
*Thud*
The dull echo of a soft object colliding against sturdy glass sounds again. The young clerk's expression instantly morphs from fear and uncertainty into a blank look, before being quickly replaced by righteous and flaring anger!
Was that the next task of the dare? The enraged brunette woman thinks as she storms towards the popsicles' aisle. The dull, repetitive sound becomes louder as Quinn takes a sharp left on the dry candy aisle and abruptly comes face to butt with a very sharp-looking stinger.
*Thud*
Beemo mindlessly slams his small furry body against the transparent barrier that's separating him from the cold fruit-flavored delights. The Bee-dles furry visage is smeared with fresh honey, his eyes locked on his prize.
*Thud*
The short, black and yellow themed creature attempts to slide the glass door open with his face for the fourth time.
*Thud*
Quinn simply stares at Beemo, opens her mouth to speak, but then snaps it shut with a resigned expression. The clerk takes a deep break, before shaking her head tiredly and heading back to her counter with an exhausted slouch.
"I am not getting paid enough to deal with this." Quinn sighs.
*Thud*
Meanwhile Beemo mindlessly rubs his furry cheek against the reflection of a strawberry popsicle and buzzes in anticipation stubbornly.