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I can't stand people. It is not that hard to pick whatever the hell you want, pay, and leave. It's getting really annoying to see people looking a little too hard at an item. I had to walk over to some of them to snap them out of whatever trance they're in so that they can get whatever they need to buy and leave. It's worse when people are in front of the counter, "trying" to select what type of cigarette, lottery ticket, or number they want. Most of the time its all three. Like seriously it is not that hard to pick three to five fucking numbers for a lottery ticket or picking a damn cigarette. A toddler can do better than this at a faster rate.
In the midst of all of the chaos in the store, I see the whole new mess at the back. I groaned loudly and start my journey to the back of the store to clean the mess that the customers had left. Five bags of chips and two bottles of soda laid on the floor. A frustrated sigh slipped from my lips as I began to pick up the items off the floor The front door open and I can hear a familiar loudmouth walk in. Turning around to see Hanji in her usual attire, a Cloud T-shirt with leggings and converses. It's not that I don't like her but after her little experiment inside this store, I wasn't a happy camper when she is here in the flesh after being banned from appearing in the store for at least a full six months. She is early by a full month and knowing Hanji, her mischievous smile that can only lead to (in her case) legal problems.
"LEEEEVIIIII!!!!!!" Hanji squealed. I squat down to pick the remaining mess on the floor. I might as well listen to what she has to rant about.
"What the hell do you want shitty-glasses"
"Do you want to go--"
"No" I cut her off because I knew where this conversation is about to lead off to and I was in no mood at the moment to talk about it. Just yet.
"I didn't fin--"
"And don't want to hear about it" Wow this is slightly fun and getting me nowhere.
"Levi, listen." I stood up and faced her with my kinda divided attention to the brunette. "There is going to be a meet up in a couple of days and I'm saying do you want to come with me?"
"Is Erwin going to be there?"
"Yes, but--"
"Hell no." I give a glare to her so that she can drop the subject and trail of thought. She looks into my eyes and dropped it. She knew she was skating on thin ice when she mentions his name. I was done with him and I'm not opening that chapter of my life again. That chapter can sit on a shelf and rot because I don't care anymore. Erwin has given me enough pain from my past relationship as it is. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be the person that I am now.
As I put the items in their respective places, Hanji kept going on with a different conversation. Honestly, I know that she doesn't need to come here and try to cheer me up when I'm working. Hanji has a shit ton of work for her biology and computer science majors, but she goes out of her way to bother me. I respect that about her even though it is a pain in the ass for me on certain days, even when she comes in the store at the worst timing. She is like a sister I never got and to Hanji its vice versa including the short and grumpy parts. I was back at the counter with the cash register with Hanji when a jingle came from the entrance. I looked passed her to see that a customer came in.
Actually, I don't really care when customers come in, but this one off the bat I didn't like him. He looks like a drunken idiot in a suit. I hate people like him. It's like they waste away in alcohol, money, and nothing else and this drunk was no better. A person can have a Ph.D. in English and still be consumed by whatever demons you are trying to rid yourself of. The bastard took a six-pack and vodka and walked up to the counter to pay off whatever the hell he got. Hanji tensed up. I knew that she wasn't okay around drunkards like that so I lead her the back of the counter and sat her underneath the countertop and told her to wait until I was done.
I can smell the alcohol eradicated from him. He puts the six-pack and vodka on the counter and I scanned the shit so I can get this over with.
"Your total is nineteen dollars." I start to stare at this man. The drunk has lifeless blue-green eyes that were hiding behind glasses, a stubble (fuck the stubble a fucking beard), and brown shoulder length hair tied at the back. He looks like your average pedophile. I had a bad feeling that this wouldn't be the last time I will see him. He was paying for his things when he started to mumble about beating the living shit out of some worthless piece of shit. I didn't catch what he who he was refering to but I know that it's not me. I'm the last person to start a fight with. He continues to mumble his violent plot on beating the person until the words 'my son' slips out. That is where I draw the line of this bullshit.
"What did you say?" I said venomously as I received the twenty. He looks down at me with disgust, and I look back at him with the same gesture he is giving me.
"It wasn't towards, you midget, so mind your damn business or you will get punched in the face for snooping around. Nosy ass bastard." The drunkard said with venom dripping out of each word. I start to look all around the store because I am trying to figure out who the hell is he talking to like that. I could feel rage building in him, but my temper was steadily rising. The veins start to pop off my forehead and hands as I balled them up. My eyes were shooting imaginary bullets from their orbs to the man in front of me, killing him in creative ways. I was about to say something witty, but I felt a tug of my pants. I looked down and Hanji was silently telling me not to do it. Not today. I take a deep breath and slowly release it. I repeat this one more time and realize that I didn't give him his change. I put the amount given and the register opened its mouth. I put the twenty in and take a single dollar out and push the tongue back closed.
"Here is your change. Don't ever walk into this store again." I said it as low and calm as possible as I slam the dollar into his hands with such force while remaining calm. He snatches to change and sucks his teeth. The bastard walks off the store premises. How dare he abuse his child? That child does not deserve any of that bullshit that man is giving him. As much as I would love to beat him with a millimeter of his life left I can't. I can't become a vigilante as much I want to because things come back to kick you in the ass hard as hell. That is fucking karma at its best.
Hanji was rocking on the heel of her feet in fear and tears. For once, I feel really shitty for almost blowing up at his face. I know that Hanji has a fear of these type of people, especially with men, because of a past trauma. It reminds her of a certain person I wouldn't mind beating the shit out of either. Seeing him can bring a million things that can surface again and it's never pleasant. I got on the floor with her in a matter of seconds, not caring how filthy the floor is, and cradle her to calm down with breathing exercises. There was no way I was going to leave her to subject to her fear alone.
He left with his stench and me wondering who is his child.