| Chap 7.4 - Page 3 | frangles: Skip book 1: Writer's Bricks |
"Skip!
Thank god you're here..." Skip turned. Mwchap was entering
King & Krutches like a ex-lover bursting into a wedding chapel with
reasonable certainty it was already past the point when the priest asks
if anyone punctual in the room objects to the union. Whatever he
was in haste about hadn't stopped him from stopping for coffee,
though. He was carrying a Pondering Donuts vifa roast right into
Starbooks, which brought a threatening frown from one of the
Starbookstaffians who seemed to sense its presence before she'd even
turned around. The girl simply kept sweeping as it was just near
closing and she clearly didn't want to be bothered with finding a
police officer who would give a damn.
"Why do I have the ominous feeling my reverse psychological
foreshadowing has failed, and we're about to infringe on the last scene
of Back to the Future where Doc Brown pulls up just when Marty is about
to--"
The staffian thwacked
her broom on the floor and practically ran toward them. She was
rolling up her sleeves and seemed sureally muscular for a female cafe
clerk. She was now furious at both
of them, and so appropriately, they both simply stared back wondering
what the hell a Starbooks employee intended to do to them. A
criminal record of assault and battery just wouldn't fly too well on a
Starbooks resume. Fortunately, the problem took care of itself
when she tripped on a dropped book on anger management and fell flat on
her face. To save it, she stood up with the book in hand and shot
them a regal look of invincibility, as if their plan all along had been
to prevent her from finding it and force further outbursts from
her. She hugged the book defiantly and walked back to her broom.
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