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G through L › Jay and Silent Bob / Clerks
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G through L › Jay and Silent Bob / Clerks
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
913
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0
Recommended:
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This is fiction, I do not own Jay and Silent Bob/Clerks. I make no money from this writing.
Chapter 6
“Package of wraps.”
The routine was old to both of them and Jay pushed the money across the counter before Dante could even state the price.
“Not like it’s any of my business and shit, but why the fuck do you have a bottle of Tylenol in your pocket?”
Dante stared at him in disbelief. “How did you know it was Tylenol?”
“Saw you pop a couple outside,” Jay shrugged. “Not my business.”
“No, it’s not. Now if you don’t mind, we’re closing.”
“Like I said not my business,” Jay grabbed his wraps. “Come on, Silent Bob. Let’s leave this cocksmoking bitch alone.”
The door chime signaled Jay’s exit. Silent Bob stood alone in front of the counter. Dante didn’t notice him until he spoke, assuming that he had left with his friend.
“There are worse things you can get hooked on, I’ll give you that,” Bob’s tone was serious and his voice quiet. “But abusing drugs is abusing drugs. Is this what you want?”
Dante didn’t answer, didn’t want to answer. He looked down at the counter, focusing on the groves and ridges on its surface. The door chime signaled Bob’s leaving moments later.
Fishing the near empty bottle out of his pants, he tossed it into the garbage can. It hit the bottom with an audible “clunk.”
The door chimed, “Are you giving me a ride home or what?”
Dante looked up, “Sure. Just give me a couple of minutes.”
Outside Jay and Silent Bob were walking to their bus stop. A joint busy passing between them, they took turns taking hits as they walked.
The End
The routine was old to both of them and Jay pushed the money across the counter before Dante could even state the price.
“Not like it’s any of my business and shit, but why the fuck do you have a bottle of Tylenol in your pocket?”
Dante stared at him in disbelief. “How did you know it was Tylenol?”
“Saw you pop a couple outside,” Jay shrugged. “Not my business.”
“No, it’s not. Now if you don’t mind, we’re closing.”
“Like I said not my business,” Jay grabbed his wraps. “Come on, Silent Bob. Let’s leave this cocksmoking bitch alone.”
The door chime signaled Jay’s exit. Silent Bob stood alone in front of the counter. Dante didn’t notice him until he spoke, assuming that he had left with his friend.
“There are worse things you can get hooked on, I’ll give you that,” Bob’s tone was serious and his voice quiet. “But abusing drugs is abusing drugs. Is this what you want?”
Dante didn’t answer, didn’t want to answer. He looked down at the counter, focusing on the groves and ridges on its surface. The door chime signaled Bob’s leaving moments later.
Fishing the near empty bottle out of his pants, he tossed it into the garbage can. It hit the bottom with an audible “clunk.”
The door chimed, “Are you giving me a ride home or what?”
Dante looked up, “Sure. Just give me a couple of minutes.”
Outside Jay and Silent Bob were walking to their bus stop. A joint busy passing between them, they took turns taking hits as they walked.
The End