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G through L › Jay and Silent Bob / Clerks
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Adult +
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6
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This is fiction, I do not own Jay and Silent Bob/Clerks. I make no money from this writing.
Chapter 4
Dante was restocking the cooler. The milk was low and several of those left were expired. The date on those jugs read October Twenty-fourth, which was yesterday’s date. Randal had worked alone at The Quick Stop that day and obviously hadn’t bothered doing more than babysitting the cash register and flipping through magazines for eight hours. Dante sighed. Standing up, he began the task of disposing of the soured diary products.
The door chime signaled the entrance of a customer and Dante began to move back towards his position behind the counter. He stopped in his tracks, however, upon seeing that the “customer” was only Randal.
“Hey,” Dante crossed his arms over his chest. “Since you’re here why don’t you take out the garbage. It’s overflowing.”
Randal looked over at the garbage can. Garbage, mainly consisting of colourful candy wrappers, stood several inches above the can’s rim as well as littering the area surrounding it. Several flies had already discovered the mess and were happily buzzing around it.
“No can do.”
“What?!”
Randal’s tone turned patronizing, “I said that I can’t. Today’s my day off. I’m here right now as a paying customer.”
Dante sighed again. The pressure was beginning to build up at the sides of his head. Randal, meanwhile, had grabbed a magazine and settled himself behind the counter.
“I thought it was your day off,” Dante rubbed his temples.
“It is. I just thought that you could use my company.”
“Gee, how considerate.”
Randal ignored the sarcasm in Dante’s statement and returned to his magazine. It was on the tip of Dante’s tongue to whine about how he wasn’t supposed to be here today either, but he didn’t. Instead he started picking the trash up off the floor. Randal was still sitting there reading when Dante left to put the trash bag outside.
If Randal had been watching Dante rather than looking at half naked women in a variety of sexual positions, he would have noticed a small bulge in Dante’s pocket. For the first time, the small Tylenol bottle that was normally behind the counter was gone, having a new home in a front left pocket. Tylenol was now taken out of Randal’s sight, such as the two taken only minutes later, after washing his hands in the employee restroom.
The door chime signaled the entrance of a customer and Dante began to move back towards his position behind the counter. He stopped in his tracks, however, upon seeing that the “customer” was only Randal.
“Hey,” Dante crossed his arms over his chest. “Since you’re here why don’t you take out the garbage. It’s overflowing.”
Randal looked over at the garbage can. Garbage, mainly consisting of colourful candy wrappers, stood several inches above the can’s rim as well as littering the area surrounding it. Several flies had already discovered the mess and were happily buzzing around it.
“No can do.”
“What?!”
Randal’s tone turned patronizing, “I said that I can’t. Today’s my day off. I’m here right now as a paying customer.”
Dante sighed again. The pressure was beginning to build up at the sides of his head. Randal, meanwhile, had grabbed a magazine and settled himself behind the counter.
“I thought it was your day off,” Dante rubbed his temples.
“It is. I just thought that you could use my company.”
“Gee, how considerate.”
Randal ignored the sarcasm in Dante’s statement and returned to his magazine. It was on the tip of Dante’s tongue to whine about how he wasn’t supposed to be here today either, but he didn’t. Instead he started picking the trash up off the floor. Randal was still sitting there reading when Dante left to put the trash bag outside.
If Randal had been watching Dante rather than looking at half naked women in a variety of sexual positions, he would have noticed a small bulge in Dante’s pocket. For the first time, the small Tylenol bottle that was normally behind the counter was gone, having a new home in a front left pocket. Tylenol was now taken out of Randal’s sight, such as the two taken only minutes later, after washing his hands in the employee restroom.