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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 10, 2009 12:17:12 GMT -5
Mojo took a sip of her own drink and stopped seeing something she might need. Hell she was a pack rat at some points and would need anything and everything that came into her line of site. There was days where she would have to resist going into thrift stores or ones with sales because if she didn't she could most likely come out with the whole store.
"Do you tell everyone openly that you're a drug dealer?" she asked kinda a curious seeing as most people she knew that did that kept quiet unless they new the person. Maybe it was different cause it was Q-town and really no one seemed to care who you were or what you did. "I think mind it, just to let you know.." she added not wanting him to think she was against it or something stupid. She tended to have a way of fucking things up by saying something or another that upset people. "Hobbies... well I will do just about anything once but to name a few uh.. writing, photography, reading, chemicals, drinks, outdoors, indoors and funky things." she finished with a laugh at herself and her list of boring things to do in the life of Mojo Jones.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 10, 2009 20:58:58 GMT -5
Sid took a sip of his Coke gathering loose papers and strings as they went along. He was intrigued by his new customer. She seemed like fun although she appeared to have taken to his drug dealing comment none to well, he proceeded to explain “A drug is defined as a substance used in the diagnosis, treatment, or prevention of a disease or as chemical substance, such as a narcotic or hallucinogen, that affects the central nervous system, causing changes in behaviour. It all depends on how you look at it. I work at a pharmacy; I deal with drugs as simple as Advil on a daily basis, often giving out prescription drugs to those who need it as part of their treatment. As for what I do in my spare time, that’s kept in the strictest confidence between me and my customers. So by saying that I’m a drug dealer, I merely mean that I deal with many substances” Sid smiled. The last thing he wanted was to make enemies or scare people off.
“As for hobbies” Sid added “I enjoy dancing, singing, reading the newest and oldest books, aimlessly walking, chemicals, and of course funky things” he told Mojo smiling. “I guess we have some things in common” Sid added.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 10, 2009 21:39:36 GMT -5
Mojo took another sip of her drink and raised an eyebrow listening to the others explanation. "Honestly, I don't care if you are or aren't, I cool with it." she told him and tried to shrug that part off so it was more under the rug and have them not try and figure out what the other was really meaning or saying. Back home one of her friends had been a dealer and as long as they didn't get themselves into shit she wouldn't say anything. When Mojo made a friend she did care about them and she would stress that to them. Other then that it wasn't so annoying to be around her.
When she heard the others list of hobbies and interests, she made an o with her mouth realizing she forgot something. "Oh dancing is defiantly on my list." she told him and grinned putting everything she wanted to get on the counter before leaning against it. "Dancing really, I bet you can't swing." she challenged figuring a guy like him wouldn't be into different types of styles.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 10, 2009 22:01:59 GMT -5
“I am the number one swinger in town! Along with some other cool moves. We should definitely hit up Boom one of these days.” Sid said getting excited that he might actually have a new swing dance partner. Back home, him and one of his girl friends would go swing dancing every Wednesday night, they became quite good at it judging by the dance floor reviews, Sid thought it would be amazing if he had a dance partner here too. He was getting a little tired of only swinging light sticks around.
Sid walked to the other side of the counter and started ringing up the items. “Is this all you need?” he asked.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 10, 2009 22:36:04 GMT -5
Mojo leaned forward on the counter and shook her head at his comment. "You've haven't been number one in town since I moved in." she teased very sure of herself. She had done a lot of dancing since she was a kid and it was something in her blood. Sure she wouldn't go all hard core about it because she loved it too much. It was never about being good it was about having fun for her. And all the fun she had caused her to be great.
She reached into her pocket for her wallet and pulled out the money she needed to pay for everything. "Yeah I think that's it."[i/] she told him looking at everything.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 10, 2009 22:44:44 GMT -5
“Ok then you’ll have to prove yourself as the number one swinger in town” Sid said grinning. He loved a challenge, he definitely wasn’t the best swing dancer in town but he wouldn’t let that slip. Who knows maybe he’ll even prove to be a worthy partner to Mojo.
“Your total is fifteen, eighty-four” Sid added placing the items in a brown paper bag with 'Q-town Pharmacy' written on it in bold, black letters. He had ordered the bags not to long ago and was rather proud at how they turned out. Sketchy yet strangely professional.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 10, 2009 23:07:11 GMT -5
Mojo grinned as she watched and listened to Sid counteract her challenge. "I dance circles around you." she told him still in challenger mode. Yes she loved games and this seemed to be like a great game to play. At least for her. It would combine two things she liked. Dancing and having fun even if she didn't best someone while she was at it.
Pulling out a twenty from her warn out wallet, Mojo handed it to Sid and tilted her head looking curiously at the bad. "Not bad."
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 10, 2009 23:25:28 GMT -5
“I bet I can dance you into the ground. I’ll be swinging way past your dropping point” Sid retorted trying to repress a laugh, he loved friendly fire.
“I’m glad you like the bag, it took a while to decide what I wanted them to look like, the options were so limited so I grabbed these ones, I figured simplicity would do the store justice. I find the counter top is enough spunk for the store. It is a pharmacy after all, have many different populations coming in, it has to appeal to everyone and I find simplicity is the easiest route towards general approval” Sid said stating way too much about the bags.
He opened the register, a useless old thing that had been broken into on several occasions. He grabbed the exact change, calculating it in his head. He passed it over to Mojo, hoping his math skills were up to par unlike his register.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 11, 2009 10:51:18 GMT -5
Mojo laughed and grabbed the bag off the counter hugging it to her chest not wanting to weight it down in one arm. "You're on." she replied, talking about the bet they had made even if it didn't actually wager anything like most. However, you could consider the bragging rights as a good thing to strive for. For her, it didn't matter she just wanted to have a bit of fun. Why not lively up a place that was extremely dull tat the moment.
"Only people who have no life would come in here and start complaining about a bag design. However, you do make a point simple is easier sometimes." she smiled at him taking her change and stuffing it into her pocket. "Tuesday night's the 70's theme at Boom I better see you there in full costume." she told him teasingly. She did hope he showed up but it wasn't going to be a full out disappointment if he didn't. After all they just met who was she to get mad.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 12, 2009 22:09:38 GMT -5
“You got it, full costume, full on ready to party!” Sid retorted smiling and shaking his hips. It was going to be a great night at Boom on Tuesday. He walked back from behind the counter and stood next to Mojo.
“Can I help you with anything else today or will that be all?” Sid asked seeing as this was still his business whether or not he was making friends. He felt that it was hard to form a bond with people in Q-Town. Everyone had this deep down fear of being torn away from the ones they became close, perhaps it was a reasonable fear after what had happened, the reason why many are hear without their families or friends. Sid didn’t share those sentiments, sure he missed his friends by why dwell on the past? To survive Q-town with an once of sanity he would have to make friends and Mojo seemed like someone he wouldn’t mind getting along with.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 13, 2009 23:38:03 GMT -5
Mojo shifted the bag in her arms and shook her head. She couldn't help but laugh at Sid seeming to try and pressure her into buying more things. She already bought a pair of glasses that hadn't been on her list originally. "Nah I a good. Just hope I don't get mugged on the way home." she told him laughing at herself knowing she wouldn't but it was still a possibility.
"I'll see you Tuesday and may the best dancer win." she told him before walking out of the store. She blinked again when the lights went out but shrugged it off heading home.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 14, 2009 0:02:42 GMT -5
Sid smiled and did another quick dance move as Mojo walked out. He was looking forward to Tuesday. He walked to the backroom and turned up the music again. He sang along to the music hoping that Mojo won't be the only customer he will be seeing tonight. As some Billy Talent demo stuff played throughout the store Sid walked back to the Advil aisle and went back to filling up the shelves.
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