Empire Records and Bidet [6/21]

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Lucas opened Empire and propped his feet up on the sales counter as he sat back with his account books and a notebook, trying to work out how to make all the red disappear.

Without, you know, just writing over the red in some other color ink.

Today's music: Grateful Dead

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[superartie]

Artie was making his rounds today, looking for a good sale. He stopped into Empire Records and Bidet and greeted Lucas with a sunny smile. "Good evening, sir! I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time!"

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Lucas didn't look up from his bookkeeping. He had a lot of practice ignoring the Man.

"We don't want any,"

[superartie]

"Of course, of course, no pressure," Artie held up his hands, and in doing so, his briefcase. "But perhaps just a simple demonstration. . . ."

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"No."

[superartie]

"But sir--"

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"No."

[superartie]

"I don't think you understand. This siding--"

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Lucas looked up. "Siding you say?"

[superartie]

"Why yes! Only the highest quality dual-coated aluminum siding in the world!"

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"Dual coated. . . ." Lucas started nodding.

[superartie]

"Dent and dirt resistant and it's guaranteed to never need painting."

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"Well, why didn't you just say so?"

[superartie]

Artie perked up and started opening his briefcase.

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Lucas looked back down at his books. "We still don't want any."

[superartie]

Artie snapped his suitcase shut. "But, sir--"

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"No."

[superartie]

"I--"

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"If you're not here to buy anything, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

[superartie]

"But--"

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Lucas turned the music up.

[superartie]

Artie huffed and stalked out with as much dignity as his little salesmany heart could muster.

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Lucas smiled faintly and went back to looking over his books. Score one for the little people.