Possession Part 2
Trigger warnings: brief mentions of sex and murder, customer service hell-scape (not literal)
Word count: 875
Tell me we are not doin’ this for the next 12 hours.
You’re lucky, today is only a 10 hour shift. You continue scanning items, listening to the repetitive beeping and background chatter.
Are you sure we aren’t in Hell right now?
Don’t be a baby. We’re only 2 hours in.
This is so boring.
Boring is better than the alternative. I’m sure you’ll see soon enough.
“I have some coupons,” your customer says, handing you a stack of paper cut outs.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but these are for a different store. And they’re expired,” You explain.
“But they should still work. The last time I came here they accepted them.”
Yeah right.
“Unfortunately, I can’t accept them.”
“You can though. You just have to type some things into your computer. I’ve seen it done,” she continues.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s against store policy.”
“What are you stupid? Just put them in your computer. It’s not that hard!”
What a bitch. I would’ve stabbed her by now, but that’s just me.
“I’m not stupid, ma’am. There is nothing I can do. It’s against store policy.” You keep your tone even.
“Are you arguing with me? The customer is always right. See this is what’s wrong with your generation.” She huffs and puts her hands on her hip.
I’m older than you and if she was talkin’ to me like that, I wouldn’t stand for it.
Be quiet. You're gonna distract me.
“Ma’am, I cannot accept these coupons. Are you ready for me to finish the transaction?”
“No. I’m not. I want to speak to your manager.” She folds her arms over her chest.
Fine by me. Make her someone else’s problem.
You wave over your manager. “Hey Roger, could I have your help with something real quick?”
“Sure, what’s going on?” Roger asks. He’s nice, you like him as a manager. He usually has your back.
You open your mouth to speak, but the woman interrupts you and begins complaining. Roger is patient, explaining the exact same thing you did and finally getting the woman to leave. Roger isn’t a very tall or particularly strong man, but he’s nice and polite and you have a bit of a professional crush on him. He claps you on the shoulder and gives you an apologetic smile once he leaves.
He wants to fuck you.
Jesus Christ, William. He does not.
I thought you were gay. How can you have a crush on him?
I’m pan. Equal opportunity as far as crushes go. Gay is just a bit of a catch all term I use when I don’t feel like explaining.
So you would be down for a threesome? You can hear the grin in his words.
You literally are just another dude. Could you be any more cliche?
I could.
I’m gonna be clear right now. That was not a challenge.
Kinda felt like it.
How old are you, William?
I lost track. I’ve been outta Hell a couple times. Last time was during the Civil War, I think. Time before that is kinda fuzzy. I think some war for independence. When I was human, I fought with swords.
Damn you're old. If you’ve done the possession thing before, why are you so bad at it?
Ouch. I did just fine before. I think something’s wrong with you, not me.
So you’re blaming me for your possession? Take some responsibility for your own actions, my dude.
Responsibility is for suckers.
You roll your eyes and focus on the rest of the shift. Billy is mostly well behaved-ish and only mentioning murdering the customers occasionally.
Damn look at the rack on her.
I will not.
If I saw, that means you looked.
Okay, I noticed, but it would be impossible not to. I’m not going to stare, that’s rude.
You can practically feel the demon pouting in your mind as he says, Now you’re just bein’ mean.
I know we established you are old as dirt, but I’m not gonna go around ogling women for your amusement.
What about ogling men?
What?!
You said no to women, that leaves a lot of options open. Can we ogle those?
First of all, there is no we in this and no. We are not ogling anyone. Oh my God she’s coming to my lane.
The beautiful brunette woman with the low cut top and killer curves is loading a handful of items onto the conveyor belt. You avoid looking at her as best you can as you scan the items.
“I like your hair,” she says. “It suits you.”
You stumble over your words. “You too. I mean, I like your hair too. Thanks.”
You’re hopeless, sweetheart.
I am not! I was just unprepared.
“You’re cute,” the woman smiles. “I’ll see you around.”
You hand her the receipt and nod stupidly.
Absolutely hopeless.
Ugh, just a bit.
She wanted to fuck you too by the way.
She did not! How would you even know that? You’re out of date for human interactions by a couple centuries.
I’m an incubus, plus fucking is timeless.
That’s such a weird thing to say. Of course I get a literal sex demon stuck in my head. God must hate me.
Join the club, buddy.
