#fishywitch

Another evening, another hit. Nothing really out of the blue for you, just another upset office worker with too big of a grudge and too much money to throw around. It's how your bushiness stays afloat though, and how you can enjoy the luxuries of life... so instead of complaining, you plan on lighting up some cigarettes and blowing a man's head off his shoulders.

However.... you seem to be out of your supply of smokes. The pack in your suit pocket is empty, and even the carton in your care is void of anything you could use. That only leaves one option; hitting up the nearest convenience store. They're hardly your favorite place in the world (You stick out like a sore thumb), but it's the fastest way to get this over with.

Driving quickly down dark roads, you spot a glowing blue haven of... well, convenience. You mosey your way into the empty parking lot and push your way inside. It's quiet... very quiet. Nothing but the hum of snack machines and vent fans... and someone in the back rustling bags.

You turn your attention to the front counter though, as that is where the cigarettes stay. The woman behind the counter greets you with a smile, and you return the favor.

hey im dave

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