Bryn Galenus<br/><b>Location:</b>The GCC.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Saoirse, Scumbags.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Bryn might have cringed at Saoirse’s open admission, had there been others in the store. But it was empty and it only drew a chuckle and a shake of his head from him. He was jealous, as he never got high before work. Evening was when he relaxed.<b>“People and their fetishes eh? You always were a sadistic fuck. How do you always land these awesome, easy ass jobs? No, don’t answer. I don’t wanna know, heh.”</b>He answered to her new job, jest in his tone and eyes. Hands on the counter, the flirtatious remarks was not lost on him.<b>“Lot of girls say the same.”</b>He slyly replied, though he knew Saoirse had…other inclinations. Still, she was a fun woman to be around. As neighbours, it was quite beneficial. No one to complain when the entire floor reeked of dope.<br/><br/>And of course the competition in who could make a girl moan the loudest.<br/><br/><b>“Sure, Saoirse. No prancing. Only frolicking in your Little Red Riding Hood dress.”</b>Bryn grinned openly, before shrugging to the Help Wanted comment.<b>“I need a break. You know summer time be rough on business, especially on the weekends. Just a Thursday to Sunday shift. And hey, I get first dibs on any cute girl in <i>my</i> store, you know this. Out there is fair game though.”</b>He answered with a wink.<b>“Have yourself a good one and try not to cause any trouble…”</b>Bryn began to say, though she went and did just that when she turned to his customers. Fortunately, they didn’t take the lovely girl’s threats seriously and simply watched her with the same admiring eyes, from her chest to her rear as she skipped off.<br/><br/><b>“And what’s her name?”</b>They demanded when they returned to the counter, all smirks and curiosity.<br/><br/><b>“Ms. None-Of-Your-Damn-Business.”</b>Bryn answered with an equal grin.<br/><br/><b>“Oh sure, hog it all for yourself. She really into girls?”</b>They asked more quietly, almost disappointed by that fact.<br/><br/><b>“Look, we doing business or clipping your cunt hairs? Two hundred an O, you know this.”</b>Bryn said and a few minutes later, he was four hundred and sixty dollars the richer, minus costs for getting new ice cream tubs. Sitting back down in his chair behind the booth, he turned up the volume on the current presentation on Sportsnet and began to count his profits out with a cheerful hum. It was only the calm before the storm, when afternoon hit, the sun rose, and people rushing for a delicious snack to cool off from the heat.