Post by Lister D. Reaves on Oct 2, 2016 17:31:04 GMT
The gas station was more quiet than usual, this was most probably due to the recent arrest of one of the crackheads who frequent the place and try to score some dope off of LDR. Not that he really cared if anyone came in anyway. Most of the time people just payed at the pump and were on their way, it was the main reason why he had picked this job. He didn't have to interact with lots of people. For people cause him minor anxiety. He never much liked them unless he was high or drunk. So he was leaning backwards in the stool behind the counter, lazily looking through the latest installment of the Teen Titans and sipping at a slush puppy. After a moment he pulled out his trusty tin of pre-rolled joints, setting the slush puppy to the side whilst resting the comic on his lap, and was on the cusp of lighting when...
The bell above the main door gave sounded, forcing LDR to quickly place the joint under the counter. In an attempted to look natural he turned his attention back to the comic. Just as the Teen Titans were about to reveal the twist to this tale, someone tapped upon the desk. His eyes flickered up at the customer "Ca-Ca-Ca-Can I-I-I-I-I-I he-help you?"
The bell above the main door gave sounded, forcing LDR to quickly place the joint under the counter. In an attempted to look natural he turned his attention back to the comic. Just as the Teen Titans were about to reveal the twist to this tale, someone tapped upon the desk. His eyes flickered up at the customer "Ca-Ca-Ca-Can I-I-I-I-I-I he-help you?"