<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GADnD1r.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Alex Reiner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277865.msg13802218#msg13802218)<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 04:45 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Moonlight Cafe<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>  <br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Another busy and bustling day in Alex's life, which to him was quite fine. More work meant more money, more money meant he could afford next month's rent pay. He'd only been a week at the Crescent Veil Apartment Complex, but it truly seemed to be a nice place. Very quiet, effectively no disturbances whatsoever... He didn't have to file any noise complaints nor did anyone file any against him... Actually, that was the biggest surprise. In his week of being there, he hadn't actually seen very much of anyone else. Maybe it was just because he kept leaving early and coming back late... But for an apartment complex, he could have sworn there would be more people, especially with the lower-than-normal rent. No matter the case, he was grateful to find anything resembling a home so he didn't have to keep rooming with his parents... Now he was officially on his own, and doing his best to keep it that was. Adjusting his sleeveless suit, he stepped away from the counter as a pair of patrons near the window waved him over. Approaching with a smile, he bowed his head graciously to be given the opportunity to serve.<br/><br/>"Hello, i'm Axel Reiner and i'll be your waiter for the moment. How can I help you?" He asked the pair. They seemed to be college students themselves on a cute date of sorts. The pair ordered a Double Hot Chocolate each with extra marshmallows and Funnel Cake, before Axel nodded and stepped away to get their order. Passing it along to the workers in the back, he moved away to check the vibrating in his pocket. Withdrawing his cellphone, he looked the message over, before sighing.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">From:</span> TenaciousDea<br/><span class="bbc_u">Message:</span> Hey buddy, hope you get off work soon! Linda's Department Store's gotten a shipment of Air Jacques and they're about to go on sale!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"FFFFFFFU-" He was about to curse but realized his other coworkers were nearby, and so he placed a fist near his mouth and coughed into it lightly. "Sorry, just that Air Jacques are gonna go on sale at Linda's-" He started to speak, though the nearest male waiter looked wide eyed and stalked over to him, shaking the man.<br/><br/>"What, are you kidding me!? We're getting Air Jacques down here! And we're all stuck here working!?" The man asked, sounding almost like it was the end of the world. Axel couldn't help but smile awkwardly... Many of the people who worked here part-time seemed kind of stiff and uptight, but a number of them were really dorks. Dorks like him. He could appreciate that.<br/><br/>"Well, our shift ends at 5 PM, which is about the time they go on sale. Linda's is pretty close by as it is, so all we have to do is shove our way through the rabid masses making a mad dash for the sneakers and grab some pairs ourselves, and prepare to throw down with anyone that tries taking ours. It's like that one anime where those people have intense battles over Bento Boxes, except less over the top. Maybe." Alex shrugged simply. 'Maybe' was right, whenever Jacques-brand footwear were involved, conflict ranged anywhere from shoving to get a pair to full-blown fist fights. It had stunned him one day to watch a brawl between two girls having a fight that looked close to a battle to the death over a pair of cute slippers until the shop owner realized they made a mistake and found a second boxed pair. Air Jacques had been heavily anticipated and saved up for in advance, but the fact they were dropping in today unannounced... Perhaps someone hoped to avoid there being a war to procure the sneakers, but one couldn't escape the grapevine forever. The rumor was a spark, and everyone that heard it was the tinder that was lit aflame and carried the news to relevant ears. What should have been a quiet and peaceful sale was probably going to turn ugly unless they'd gotten a bigger shipment this time. After what happened last time, he <em>hoped</em> they did.<br/><br/>"Come on, 15 minutes left. Let's suck it up, make some last-minute money for our work, and bolt for the footwear." He clapped the man's shoulder, before he looked toward a nearby tray with two cups of Double Hot Chocolate and Funnel Cakes. Now why was that there- "Oh, their order!" He winced, grabbing the tray and hurrying to shuttle it to the couple. With any luck, there wouldn't be many more customers coming through so they could leave soon.</td></tr></tbody></table>