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Okay, on to the drabble!
Late Night Crowd
“That’s $7.50,” the clerk said, her hip cocked to the side, bored eyes watching the man across from her. “Hello?”
Trench coat. Hat pulled down shadowing his face. Leather gloves. Two colas and a bag of pork rinds on the counter.
“$7.50?” the man asked, his voice thin, reedy.
“Yeah,” the clerk said. She leaned forward and repeated, very slowly, “Seven. Fifty.”
“Oh,” the man said. “Sorry.”
He turned and shuffled away without his snacks.
“Weirdos,” the clerk said then the smell hit her and she leaned over the counter. “Great. Another slime trail. I hate the late night crowd.”
Disclaimer: Can I have the key to the bathroom?