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Wyatt
“I’m surrounded by idiots,” Sully huffed, shaking his head and leaving the desk to turn off the OPEN light in the far window. “Seriously, am I the only one who knows how to turn this off? If you keep the light on, drunk-ass customers will walk in and screw up everything.”
“We love you, too,” I said with a chuckle.
“Don’t mess with me, Norway. Inventory sucks. It’s your first one, but I’ve been doing this for years.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” Tilly teased. “It’ll be fun.”
“Says another noob. You guys have no idea what you’re in for.”
“Ignore him,” Naomi said, putting her hand up as if she was blocking Sully from the conversation. “Where’s the pillowcase?”
“Here!” Dutch yelled from the porn room.
“Nope, you’re not allowed to have the pillowcase!” Naomi yelled as she hustled toward the adults only room.
“Come on,” he whined from inside the room. “I totally followed the rules last year. Why you gotta be like that, Ace?”
“Bring me the pillowcase, Dutch,” Hannah said, using her manager voice.
“Fine, whatever,” he said, rounding the corner, looking disappointed. “I only put one porn in there, I swear.”
Hannah turned to me. “Wyatt, did you choose your movie yet?”
“Yep, it’s in there.”
“I still say we need to bring back the categories. This whole night is going to be out of control.”
Tilly rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God, live a little, Sully.”
“It’s a free-for-all, Weezer. You’re all choosing whatever movies you want. We could be stuck with four rom-coms in a row.”
“What’s wrong with rom-coms?”
“What isn’t wrong with rom-coms?”
“Oh, stop it,” Wendy said. “Don’t let him fool you. When he stays at my place, we watch them. Lots of them…especially Pretty Woman. Bryan loves Julia Roberts.”
“Baby, you gotta stop calling me that at work,” Sully said softly.
“Sorry,” Wendy said matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes. “You do like Julia Roberts, though.”
“I’m not denying that.”
“Ahem,” Tilly said, crossing her arms. “I’m pretty sure you’re busted.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny my girlfriend’s claims about these so-called romantic comedies. But let it be known that VHS Roulette without categories is absurd. There, I said it.”
“Do you feel better?” Marley asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“A little bit, thanks.”
“Wassup, Home Skillet?” Dutch said as he walked toward the counter, spreading his arms out wide, strutting toward me wearing a new Phish concert T-shirt tie-dyed bright yellow, green, and cobalt blue.
“Haven’t seen that one before,” I said, gesturing to his shirt. I’d learned that Dutch took great pride in the shirts he bought at live shows, and he loved when others commented on them.
“Yeah, man, last weekend, me and Ronnie went up to Alpine Valley,” he said, pulling at the chest of his shirt. “Her first live show…but not her last. A guy was selling them out of the trunk of his car. Pretty killer, huh?”
