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Episode 15- Clothes Shopping
“Mike. Go get me a size smaller!” yelled Billie. Mike was standing outside the changing cubicle of the clothes shop.
“Dude, if you go any smaller, you’re not gonna be able to walk.”
“I don’t care. I can still bend my knees, so go get them!”
“God! Fine.” Mike angrily traipsed off to get smaller skinny jeans. When he returned he passed the tiny black jeans through the curtain.
“Thank you, Mike” Billie sing-songed.
Ten minutes later...
"Yep, I like these. I can't feel my toes in them but oh-well. Go get me six pairs.” He added with a smile.
“Six?” Mike asked, shocked.
“You heard me.”
Tré was waiting outside the changing room impatiently hopping from one foot to the other. He was handed the six pairs of tight jeans that looked like they could fit a small 7 year old child. “Why am I the pack-mule?” he whined.
“Because Mike went and got them all. Carrying my stuff is the least you can do, Tré.” Billie sighed and directed Tré to the cash register.
“Ever heard of having a little variety in your closet?” the peroxide blonde woman at the counter asked smugly.
“Ever heard of doing your job?” Billie glared at her.
“Ever heard of manners?” she deadpanned in response.
“Yes, have you? And what ever happened to ‘the customer is always right’?” Billie smiled in triumph, revelling in the petty victory.
There was silence when she scanned the tags of each item.
“$79.95” she said between chewing on her bubble gum.
Billie grimaced as he handed over his card. Mike and Tré sniggered at Billie from behind.
“Have a nice day, sir.” she said sarcastically when she handed him his card back and the carrier bag of clothes.
“Thanks, I will... oh, and you really need to learn how to put on eyeliner.” Billie shot.
“You would know. What kind of man wears eyeliner and buys six pairs off tight jeans? Just because you’re short don’t mean you have to dress like a girl.” She scoffed.
“Yeah, I would know and trust me you look like your trying too hard, unless you were going for the ‘whore’ look. Thinking of changing a career to become a lot lizard or does your attitude drive customers away?”
He walked off with his head held high and the other two following.
“Here's a tip for ya: Nobody can speak ill of the eyeliner and jeans. And nobody calls him short.” Tré lectured to the cashier before he followed Billie and Mike.
“Except us.” Mike added.
“Mike. Go get me a size smaller!” yelled Billie. Mike was standing outside the changing cubicle of the clothes shop.
“Dude, if you go any smaller, you’re not gonna be able to walk.”
“I don’t care. I can still bend my knees, so go get them!”
“God! Fine.” Mike angrily traipsed off to get smaller skinny jeans. When he returned he passed the tiny black jeans through the curtain.
“Thank you, Mike” Billie sing-songed.
Ten minutes later...
"Yep, I like these. I can't feel my toes in them but oh-well. Go get me six pairs.” He added with a smile.
“Six?” Mike asked, shocked.
“You heard me.”
Tré was waiting outside the changing room impatiently hopping from one foot to the other. He was handed the six pairs of tight jeans that looked like they could fit a small 7 year old child. “Why am I the pack-mule?” he whined.
“Because Mike went and got them all. Carrying my stuff is the least you can do, Tré.” Billie sighed and directed Tré to the cash register.
“Ever heard of having a little variety in your closet?” the peroxide blonde woman at the counter asked smugly.
“Ever heard of doing your job?” Billie glared at her.
“Ever heard of manners?” she deadpanned in response.
“Yes, have you? And what ever happened to ‘the customer is always right’?” Billie smiled in triumph, revelling in the petty victory.
There was silence when she scanned the tags of each item.
“$79.95” she said between chewing on her bubble gum.
Billie grimaced as he handed over his card. Mike and Tré sniggered at Billie from behind.
“Have a nice day, sir.” she said sarcastically when she handed him his card back and the carrier bag of clothes.
“Thanks, I will... oh, and you really need to learn how to put on eyeliner.” Billie shot.
“You would know. What kind of man wears eyeliner and buys six pairs off tight jeans? Just because you’re short don’t mean you have to dress like a girl.” She scoffed.
“Yeah, I would know and trust me you look like your trying too hard, unless you were going for the ‘whore’ look. Thinking of changing a career to become a lot lizard or does your attitude drive customers away?”
He walked off with his head held high and the other two following.
“Here's a tip for ya: Nobody can speak ill of the eyeliner and jeans. And nobody calls him short.” Tré lectured to the cashier before he followed Billie and Mike.
“Except us.” Mike added.
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None of this wouldve happened if it wasnt for me.
What are you talking about, now?
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Brendon immediately cut
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No, hes out with his father. Can I take a message? Before replying, Brendon took a couple of seconds to be awe-struck. He supposed the female voice to be Ryans mother, but Ryans parents never seemed to be the types who were caring. Then another thought struck him; Ryan was
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Oh man this is good shit. ;D