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[10 Sep 2006|09:04pm] |
"Well, i'm lookin' fer someone who kin work real late like, y'know, 'cause we got people in trucks and stuff comin' through here all the time goin' to and from Vegas," Gary, the manager of the Searchlight 76 gas station drawled to Byron as he leaned back in his creaky old office chair. He held the young man's resume in one hand while he used his other to drive a toothpick in the spaces inbetween his yellowed teeth. "And someone reliable, 'cause I ain't gonna hire another thieving little bastard ag'in. You ain't got no criminal record, do ya, Bryan?"
"Byron," the werewolf corrected, "And no, I've never been in trouble with the law." Uncomfortably, the young man pulled at the knot in his necktie. He smiled politely and clasped his hands together and rested them on his knees.
"Good," Gary said finally. He flipped through Byron's rather impressive resume, most of which he more than likely wasn't able to read in the first place. After moments of thoughtful deliberation, he set it aside. "Can ya'll start tomorrow then?"
Byron smiled in relief. "So, I got the job?"
Gary ran his tongue over his teeth and sat back in his chair. "Yep," he answered although his voice was incredible uninterested, "You look like a smart kid, and I'm tired a' hirin' them dumb blondes anyway. Half of 'em wouldn't know a gas cap from a fucken windshield wiper. As long as ya keep yer hands outta the cash drawer and you show up on time, I think you'll work out alright."
"I definately won't let you down," Byron replied, although sounding a little more eager than he needed to be. He was just relieved to find a job so quickly. He wouldn't want Tyler to have to evict him right after he just moved in. A hand extended for a shake which he received, and then stood.
"You show up here real bright an' early," Gary told him. "Say 'bout 8."
"Eight o'clock it is," the werewolf responded as he exited the small cash office in the back of the convenience store. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again."
When Byron left the store and stepped out into the daylight, he loosened the knot in his tie and hunched over in his usual slouch. With his hands in the pockets of his black dress pants, the werewolf turned and wandered back down the main drag towards his home.
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