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!
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.
“Customer!”
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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