Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #3 (2.1)

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As The Sheriff continues, we find that Dustin isn't particularly happy with the job his cousin got for him. But beggars can't be choosers, so he hangs on to it. See how well that works out for him in today's episode. And don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #3 (2.1)

Dustin couldn’t decide which was worse—having a customer or not having one. He wasn’t all that computer literate himself, but he knew enough to get by. The real reason he even had this job was because of Denver. And frankly, he didn’t care for it. He couldn’t see doing this for the rest of his life. Or anything else related to sales. And most definitely not fast food.

He wanted to do something more interesting, maybe even exciting. Like law enforcement. But he had no idea how to go about that, which was why he’d wanted to talk to Roy. He was a sheriff, surely he could give Dustin pointers on how to get into the field.

But Sheriff Landry had been less than helpful. What crawled up his ass and died? You’d think he would have been in a good mood, after just seeing his best friends get married. It seemed as though the man had deliberately avoided Dustin after that. Whenever Dustin tried to approach him, he flat out moved the other way.  Finally, Dustin gave up and told Denver he’d wait for him in the car. He exited the house in a huff and sat waiting for Denver until his cousin was ready to go.

An  annoying buzz echoed loudly through the store. Dustin knew that what meant—a customer had just crossed over the threshold. If he had a choice in the matter, he would prefer to see some nerdy guy walk through the door. That kind generally didn’t require assistance. They knew what they wanted, and they were happy to find it for themselves.

Damn. This one was a woman, somewhere between middle age and senility. Guess he should offer to help her. He’d been sitting on a stool behind the counter, counting the minutes until time to go. Not much else to do. He slowly unfolded himself from the seat and slowly moved in the direction of the sales floor. He heard a sharp voice behind him, coming from the doorway that led into the back room.


Like Dustin didn’t know.

“I can hear,” he mumbled under his breath, never looking back toward Kenny, his immediate supervisor. Kenny was one of those guys who still lived in their parents’ basement even after he turned thirty. Fat and stupid, that was Kenny. He always looked down his nose at Dustin, like Dustin wasn’t good enough to breathe the same air as him, ‘cause Dustin came from a town a whole lot smaller than Tucker Falls. Dustin spent half his day fighting the urge to punch Kenny in his big fat nose.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” Dustin politely asked. She was standing in the aisle which contained various game systems. Nintendos and Xboxes and Playstations. The store offered the latest version of each.

“I’m looking for something for my son,” she said. “A gift for his birthday.”

Dustin refrained from rolling his eyes. Probably some entitled brat who had every electronic gadget known to man, and then some. “Maybe an Xbox?”Dustin suggested. “Or do you think he’d prefer one of the new PS4s? We have the latest model. There are certain advantages to having one,” he recited his standard litany.

The woman frowned, as if the terms confused her.  Dustin stifled a sigh and cast a surreptitious glance at his watch. With any luck, he could make this sale and get out of here without too much effort.

“I don’t know much about these things,” the woman confessed.

Then how do you plan to pick one?

Dustin held his tongue, though. “Well, what kind of games does he like to play? Maybe we can start there.”

The woman looked even more clueless than ever. Dustin knew this would not be easy.

“Oh, here he comes now,” she chirped, brightening as she gazed past Dustin just as he heard the buzzer go off again.

So this wasn’t a surprise. Good. Let the kid pick out what he wanted and see what games he could talk him into.

Dustin turned just as the newcomer joined them. Rather than being the nerdy teenager Dustin had imagined, this young man was maybe nineteen or twenty, stood a few inches taller than Dustin, was built for days, and possessed incredibly blue eyes and very kissable lips.

Dustin’s mouth dropped open at the sight.

The dark-haired god gave Dustin a bemused look. “I was parking the car,” he explained.

“Tell him what you want, Jordy,” the woman said. “I’m going to the ladies’ room, be right back.”

“Sure, Ma,” Jordy said good-naturedly.

Dustin didn’t know what to say, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. What had the mother said? Oh yeah, ask the son… so not a kid… what he wants.

“Um, yeah, so what did you want?” he managed to get out, cursing himself for sounding so stupid.
In reply, Jordan leaned down, as if to give something on the shelf a closer look. But Dustin heard what he said very clearly.

“What if I said I wanted you?” came the unbelievable question.

Holy shit, was this guy really hitting on him?
to be continued

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