Bryn Galenus<br/><b>Location:</b>The GCC<br/><b>Tag:</b>Jasmine Calliwell, Saoirse Quinn, open.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>The joys of finally getting some, hopefully, competent help around here brought a smile to Bryn’s features and he found himself chuckling along to Jasmine’s initial excitement. Oh she was eager, which was good. He hoped she stuck around with it. He had the usual paperwork and employment documents for her to sign and muse over, allowing him to handle a customer who just came in. Her request he was happy to oblige.<br/><br/><b>“Always a great reason to enjoy ice cream. A roomie huh? Must be nice.”</b>He remarked, ringing up her total and setting it aside for her. There was a decent bustle of people starting to arrive now as afternoon turned to evening and he took the sparse breaks between them to talk to Jasmine. She seemed a bright, intelligent young woman.<i>Someone his mother would have liked.</i>When she finished the work in question, he took the papers and checked them over, noting a few places she had forgot her signature. But other than that, everything seemed in order.<br/><br/><b>“Thursday actually. This Thursday. Be here 8am sharp.”</b>He told her.<b>“You’re entirely welcome. I look forward to working with you. Remember to bring that lovely smile too on Thursday eh? Have a good one and maybe I’ll see you around.”</b>He bid in farewell to her and watched her leave, licking his lips a moment as he shamelessly let his eyes droop to her rear as she pranced off. She seemed to have all the gifts.<br/><br/>The rest of the work shift went by pretty quickly as the busy hours began. There was almost a constant line up of people wanting a delicious cool treat to finish off their days. He worked until 8pm then went through the process of closing down the store, locking up and then counting up his cash receipts. Here is where…the scandal occurred. Fake receipts were then crafted to cover the extracurricular revenues he had made, which marking inventory down to show an exchange had occurred when one really did not. It would be enough to fool any auditor, at least on the surface. All one had to do was look in the tubs in the back and see they weren’t full of ice cream. Not all of them at least.<br/><br/>His final task was rolling a nice<i>doobie</i>, before taking off his Creamery apron and walking outside, locking the door behind him. He sighed. Finally free of the work day, he now had some time to relax.<br/><br/>Stretching his arms in the evening sun, he proceeded to walk around the Gramercy building, towards the rear of the building. It was a shady, dusty place but it afforded a measure of privacy for what he was about to do, away from the prying eyes of those who did not understand, did not care, or outright disdained the act of smoking weed. With the flick of a lighter, he was soon puffing and blowing up clouds with a sigh.<i>Perhaps a nice dip in the pool under the stars would be nice.</i><br/><br/>His phone vibrated. Doobie between his lips, huffing and puffing with every breath, he dug into his pocket - wrong one - then his other and found his phone, checking the text. He smirked and quick fired a reply back.<i>Back street, behind the plaza. Smoking up. Come through if you want. Better hurry though.</i>