Sam had checked the money in his wallet… Paid up at the motel for another week, and scowled at the remainder. He was going to have to hit someone up for a chunk of cash soon - hustle a game or two somewhere. Plastic was a little risky if he wasn’t moving around so much, easier to track back to a location digitally. Cash though? That was a lot easier to win fairly (well… not that fairly if he was hustling), and it wasn’t exactly stealing. Way to justify your actions Sam…
Which is why he was now standing in the store with thirty three bucks and forty seven cents in his pocket. The basket in his hand had a variety of random bits and pieces. Four apples. A honeydew melon. Toothpaste. Soap (yes, just ‘soap’ generic, saver brand ‘soap’, which was going to make shaving a bitch, but shaving cream or oil was just too damned expensive, and he’d kind like to eat at some point too). A jar of freeze dried coffee (the strongest he could afford). A couple of local papers to wade through for omens, weird weather reports, obituaries… Then again, Sam had started flipping through a couple of them in store. And he figured he might only have to actually ‘buy’ them if something caught his eye.
He was just scanning down the ‘weather’ section when he felt a tap and - god help him, Sam spun like a goddamn top, hand already reaching beneath the back of his jacket for a weapon as the newspaper and the basket clattered to the floor. It took an entire second for his brain to engage and realise that he wasn’t under attack…
“Oh, shit… I’m so sorry… Are you okay?” he asked the girl who was right behind him, taking a step back and crouching down to start putting his things back in the basket. ”I’m going to buy the paper…” He offered, wondering if she worked here and had caught him reading the merchandise.
One slightly bruised melon, but the rest of his things seemed to have survived… Hm… Three apples… Number four had rolled off somewhere… Damnit…
“I’m fine! Totally fine,” Becky said, damning herself mentally for the nervousness that leaked into her voice. She couldn’t help herself when it came to Sam, If only she could keep her cool a little easier, eve after everything.
She moved a foot, bumping into something just behind her it. Turning quickly she reached down to grab it; one of the apples he’d dropped. Becky held it out for him, hoping she was a little more smooth.
“I would hope you were buying it,” Becky said, giving him a look. “I don’t think the people who work here would take too kindly to you stealing their shit.”
Becky had a little excitement in her life these days. With her best friends being a nephilim and a bar owner she figured things would be a little more interesting. But whatever, she’d take what she could get.
She was making a regular trip to the store, a hand basket dangling from one arm as she made the rounds of each aisle. Upon rounding a corner she stopped dead in her tracks, then quickly backed up around said corner. There was a very familiar face not that far away and she couldn’t help the immediate excitement that bubbled up inside her. Some things never change.
Hesitantly she peeked around the corner at him, unsure if she should approach him or not.
“Aw hell,” Becky hurried forward around the corner and approached him from behind. She quickly tapped his shoulder and stood back a step, a stupid grin on her face.
It’s a process.
Bitches ain’t shit, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthin’
A hundred muthafuckas can’t tell me nuthin’
Becky Rosen has slept with god.
“You weren’t missing much I don’t think,” Becky said. “High school sucks.”
He chuckles sadly, “Well i dropped out to go to ‘Nam so… I think i’d’ve preferred school…”
“Who knows?” Becky shrugged, her bag almost sliding off her shoulder but she caught it quickly.