"Are you going to call the police? Or do you have one of those security guards holed up in a room, breathing against some Plexiglas and just itching for his moment to shine?" Holly surveyed the store.
There was a hint of glee behind her expression. "I'd almost pay to see that." She eyed Troy. "Overly zealous, he tackles you and you land headfirst in the bargain bin."
The brunette tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, spotting the employee's name tag. "But Brian here doesn't look like a narc. Maybe if you promised to be a good boy -- and stop listening to shit music -- he'll let you go."
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on 2013-09-14 01:10 am (UTC)There was a hint of glee behind her expression. "I'd almost pay to see that." She eyed Troy. "Overly zealous, he tackles you and you land headfirst in the bargain bin."
The brunette tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, spotting the employee's name tag. "But Brian here doesn't look like a narc. Maybe if you promised to be a good boy -- and stop listening to shit music -- he'll let you go."