@xanlarkin
“hey! numb nuts!” june called out merrily from across the other end of the concession stand at work. she took a running start and slid across the counter, the activity that gave her a reason to wake up every morning, ignoring the city’s health codes and not giving a fuck. especially now that she was co-assistant manager, she felt comfortable being real comfortable at the trio. she stopped just shy of xan and planted her feet on the ground so she could grab an icee.
in signature june fashion, she mixed the cherry and coke flavors to create the obvious masterpiece their icee machine was made for, she was sure. “i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. what’ve you been up to, love? you doing undercover work for the man?” she joked, hopping up onto the counter next to the cups and sipping on her all important icee.
