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PSL: That's A Real Lemon You Got There

THAT AINT THE ONLY THING THAT'S BIG
that's not true but hey you knows how it is
THREAD LOG:
#1 Customer
Super Kawaii Tape Chan
The Massage
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Ah...?
Hum.
He folded his arms behind his head and leaned further back in the chair.
"I also appreciate you bein' so willin' to do somethin' a little outta the ordinary. But hey, in the end that means less red tape for you and me."
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"... Well... Laura and I, we're... we're pretty used to taking whatever comes our way."
SWING AND A MISS.
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Oh well. The baffled face he'd glimpsed had been pretty great. He really wasn't catching on at all was he? It was a little unfair of Havoc to suddenly tease him out of nowhere. Outside of instructing him or teaching him, Havoc rarely just shot the breeze with the man.
"I can tell." He grabbed up a cigarette and since James wasn't looking, Havoc spat a spark neatly across its tip. It lit and he set it between his teeth. "You seem to be on a roll lately. So I was thinkin'. Company fridge is gettin' kinda low and I need to restock. Are you a vodka man or a scotch man?"
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James had all the conversational awareness of a brick, and was mostly just wondering why the hell Mr. Dynamite (which, okay, there was NO way that was his real name) felt like smalltalk all of a sudden.
But the sudden offer swept his expression blank again and he looked over his shoulder, interest clearly piqued.
"Oh... uh. I'm not... too picky, exactly. Um... scotch, I guess, if I had to choose."
Vodka was great when he wanted to get completely trashed and forget the world existed, but the taste left a lot to be desired.
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A grin started to form around his cigarette and he finally slid off of his chair, slowly crossing the room to pretend to peer into the tiny fridge.
"Yeah? I'll keep that in mind. So long as you adhere to the company policy. No gettin' sloppy in front of customers."
He leaned back up and looked at James almost excitedly, no longer frustrated but enjoying that clueless expression. He reminded him of a dog he'd seen on television once.
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James watched his employer amble over to the fridge and then turn to him with that weird LOOK on his face and just... furrowed his brow. DEEPLY.
<8I Ok Mr. Dynamite.
"Of course. I'd never..."
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Precious.
The salesman regained his composure and shut the fridge before crossing the rest of the admittedly small office. Then in an exaggerated motion he whipped out an arm and slooooowly peeled the tape off of the other man's sleeve so that it made a loud noise. Then he stuck it right on James's forehead with his thumb.
"Just so's we're clear."
Then he laughed at both James and his own shitty joke.
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When Havoc came across the office at him, James almost wanted to instinctively recoil-- but then came the peeling sound and the strand of linty tape pressed to his forehead.
It took a second for that overworked light-bulb to catch up with what was going on, but the moment it did, James's entire face reddened.
How... how long had that been there?!
Ears and cheeks burning, he tore the tape off hastily, stammering--
"Y-- y-yes sir, we're clear. Crystal clear."
HE WANTED TO SINK THROUGH THE FLOOR.
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He turned so that he wouldn't spray the poor guy with ash and sparks.
"Good, 'cause I was runnin' outta tape puns. Keep up the good work, you're don' fine."