Not an Addict
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G through L › Jay and Silent Bob / Clerks
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
908
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This is fiction, I do not own Jay and Silent Bob/Clerks. I make no money from this writing.
Chapter 2
“This sour cream is moldy. I want my money back.”
Dante sighed, grabbing the container from the over-dressed woman. He checked the expiry date to the impatient tapping of her high heeled shoes. The steady clicking was irritating and Dante was forced to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from yelling at her.
“When did you buy it?”
“Three days ago.”
“Did you keep it in the fridge?”
Randal came up behind him, flipping noisily through the rack of magazines.
“Um. Yeah.” She nodded vigorously.
Randal rolled his eyes back and reached over Dante, grabbing the small green and white container. With a speed that rarely displayed itself, he checked the expiry date.
“Three days ago, according to the date on this tub, this sour cream was “good.” In other words, you bought it knowing that you had three days to eat it and before it had achieved the slightly green state,” his nose wrinkled with disgust, “that it resembles now. That gave you three days to eat this small quantity of sour cream. You didn’t. You don’t get your money back.”
She stood there, her mouth hanging open. Dante could almost hear the multitude of curse words her brain was suggesting her mouth use. He winced and looked over at Randal, wondering if he could sense how close he was to being bitched out by an elderly woman with an underdeveloped fashion sense. However, Randal’s face was blank and unconcerned. She was still standing there like an idiot when Randal got a pack of light cigarettes for the young man standing behind her. She stomped out of the store, moments later, muttering curses and threatening to call their manager.
“Go ahead lady!”
Dante shook his head, “He’s going to think that I told her off.”
“So?”
He hung his head, “Never mind.”
He could feel his head starting to pound and he rummaged around for his small bottle of Tylenol. It was just under the cash. Palming a couple of pills, he worked the spit around his mouth, preparing himself to dry swallow the tiny caplets.
“You take too many of those,” his head moved slightly, nodding towards the pill bottle.
“I do not!”
“Yeah, you do. I’ve been here for four hours now and have seen you take at least four of those things.”
“There’s no way I took four!”
“See? Now you’re getting all defensive. Deep down, you know you have a problem. You’re taking them out of habit, wanting the psychological effect. I bet you don’t even have a headache.”
Dante’s mouth dropped open, “But I DO have a headache!”
Randal shook his head, “Sure you do.”
“But I--”
“Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that,” Randal grabbed a Gatorade and walked towards the door. “Time to open the video store.”
“It’s five o’clock!”
“So, I’m a little late. See you later…You’re giving me a ride home right?”
Dante nodded, “See you later.”
Dante sighed, grabbing the container from the over-dressed woman. He checked the expiry date to the impatient tapping of her high heeled shoes. The steady clicking was irritating and Dante was forced to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from yelling at her.
“When did you buy it?”
“Three days ago.”
“Did you keep it in the fridge?”
Randal came up behind him, flipping noisily through the rack of magazines.
“Um. Yeah.” She nodded vigorously.
Randal rolled his eyes back and reached over Dante, grabbing the small green and white container. With a speed that rarely displayed itself, he checked the expiry date.
“Three days ago, according to the date on this tub, this sour cream was “good.” In other words, you bought it knowing that you had three days to eat it and before it had achieved the slightly green state,” his nose wrinkled with disgust, “that it resembles now. That gave you three days to eat this small quantity of sour cream. You didn’t. You don’t get your money back.”
She stood there, her mouth hanging open. Dante could almost hear the multitude of curse words her brain was suggesting her mouth use. He winced and looked over at Randal, wondering if he could sense how close he was to being bitched out by an elderly woman with an underdeveloped fashion sense. However, Randal’s face was blank and unconcerned. She was still standing there like an idiot when Randal got a pack of light cigarettes for the young man standing behind her. She stomped out of the store, moments later, muttering curses and threatening to call their manager.
“Go ahead lady!”
Dante shook his head, “He’s going to think that I told her off.”
“So?”
He hung his head, “Never mind.”
He could feel his head starting to pound and he rummaged around for his small bottle of Tylenol. It was just under the cash. Palming a couple of pills, he worked the spit around his mouth, preparing himself to dry swallow the tiny caplets.
“You take too many of those,” his head moved slightly, nodding towards the pill bottle.
“I do not!”
“Yeah, you do. I’ve been here for four hours now and have seen you take at least four of those things.”
“There’s no way I took four!”
“See? Now you’re getting all defensive. Deep down, you know you have a problem. You’re taking them out of habit, wanting the psychological effect. I bet you don’t even have a headache.”
Dante’s mouth dropped open, “But I DO have a headache!”
Randal shook his head, “Sure you do.”
“But I--”
“Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that,” Randal grabbed a Gatorade and walked towards the door. “Time to open the video store.”
“It’s five o’clock!”
“So, I’m a little late. See you later…You’re giving me a ride home right?”
Dante nodded, “See you later.”