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Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 09/06 ]

"What do you mean, they didn't come in?" Turtle's voice was a slightly shrill shriek as she gawked at Apu. He'd just finished unloading the last of today's truck, and there was not a single jug of new Red to be seen. She was confused and feeling helpless, and that made her even more angry, because she hate, hate, hated that. "I just talked to them, Apu, they said they'd be here! Why aren't they here? What did you do to them!"

"I did not do anything to them, Miss Turtle," Apu argued back with a roll of his eyes. "What would I do with two hundred cases of Red flavor? I do not even really like it, unless it is the Red followed up with the word Curry."

Turtle sighed in exasperation. "Great," she muttered, "just peachy. So we'll have to keep using all the bad Red."

"You know, Miss Turtle, no one has mentioned anything except that boy, and he does not really seem all that--"

"Just!" Turtle interrupted sharply, "just unload and try to push as much freight as you can, Apu, and I'll check the inventory lists before I leave; I've got a phone call to make."

The glittery sign about hiring and benefits and all that crap was still up.

Today's Squishy flavors: Blue, Green, ~~Bad~~ Red.

Turtle & Canary is open!

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He's talking to himself in a flurry of Indian, though. Not that speaking in a different language helps, ad Turtle knows he's grumbling about her. But she'll give him a raise for his trouble, probably, because she didn't want a Union getting started up against her.

Be careful. She's suuuuulking.

Jamie is looking at the squishy machine in a wistful sort of way.

"Excuse me?" he said trying to get Turtle's attention. "Do you have any Grape Judas?"

Turtle looked over at Jamie with a very</i unimpressed sort of look and sighed heavily. "Does it look like we have a Grape JudasBot?" What? She wasn't in a good mood.

"Well... No," Jamie said still looking wistfully at the squishybot. "But it's such a good flavor! It's like grape but better!"

"I could see what I could do in getting something from the distributors," Turtle sighed and then, with a snort and a roll of her eyes added, "not that that's any guarantee, they're useless. Absolutely useless. What's happening to business when a promised shipment goes unreceived, I ask you..." It was more of a rhetorical question, though.

"Too bad you can't leverage one distributor over another," Jamie replied as he realized that when he moved the bot's eyes seemed to follow them. "Then you'd get 'em over a barrel. Hopefully a barrel of Grape Judas."

With talk like that, Turtle's eyes were following Jamie just as much as the SquishyBot's eyes were. "...a barrel of Grape Judas. Do you think if that sort of availability of that flavor would then, in turn, increase your visits to Turtle & Canary?" she asked.

"Definitely," Jamie said swaying back and forth and keeping his eyes on the SquishyBot. "Even more if you carried the Orange Lazarus as well."

"....I read an article in a journal once that that stuff could really mess up your brain," Turtle said, a little wearily.

"Well my brain is a little messed up already," Jamie joked.

Turtle rolled her eyes. And did consider the fact that that was true for the majority of the student population here, so thoughts were weaving in her head. Thankfully, she still had a bunch of back issues on file, so she'll do a bit of research and then maybe consider it, and make pie charts and graphs and other very important things before making an executive decision.

"I'll keep it in mind," she said. "Any other suggestions while you're at it?"

"Not really," Jamie said finally getting a red squishy and heading for the counter to pay for it. "I appreciate your customer service regarding the grape judas. Oh! And nice job on radio last nigh with Jeff."

Turtle nodded her head. "You're welcome; can't expect to continue being the second most successful business here and have shoddy customer service. And I'll pass the message onto Jeff that you enjoyed it. I can use it as bait if he starts not wanting to do it anymore." Turtle grinned a little wryly at that.

"This is the second successful business?" Jamie asked. "What's the first?"

"....Caritas," Turtle muttered with an ill expression on her face. It wasn't fair! Just because they had zombies and the serving price for alcohol was higher than the selling price, especially when you could dodge legality with it and everything....

"Well that makes sense, I guess," Jamie said taking a sip of his Red Squishy.

And then making a face.

"Is this what Red is supposed to taste like?"

...Oh, crap. It wasn't just Jeff or the kiwi...

"Uh....Yes!" Turtle said quickly, and then shook her head, waving her hand dismissively. "The company is trying something different. New Red, they call it, different formula....Hasn't received many rave reviews..." She sighed.

Jamie took another drink.

And made another face.

And another drink.

And another face.

"I don't like it... but I can't stop drinking it."

And another face. And another.

Turtle made a mental note to herself to find some geeky kid to maybe try and find out if there were any addictive substances that manifested from Red going bad. Like, you know...crack cocaine. She arched an eyebrow at Jamie, a bit mystified. On the one hand, the bad Red was....well, bad. But if they couldn't stop drinking...

"Um...that'll be ~~handwavey~~ for the Squishy, Jamie."

Charlie headed to Turtle & Canary for her break, and waved when she saw Turtle. "Hey! I'm back! And you and Jeff were great on the Radio." And way, way amusing.

Turtle gave Charlie a look. "Of course we were," she said, "and yaaaaaaaay, you being back!" Her enthusiasm was a little waning, though; Turtle didn't do very well at hiding her emotions and it was pretty clear that she was having a long day already as she slumped a little on the counter.

Charlie gave her a worried look, and cocked an eyebrow. "I was going to ask for a Squishy, but now I'm wondering if the Dow Jones took a dive? You okay?"

"Don't get the Red!" Turtle said quickly, eyes wide and hands out as if the red was going to jump out at her. She took a swift glance around to make sure there weren't any squirrels listening too hard as she leaned in and whispered to Charlie, "I think it's gone bad."

Charlie blinked, looked at the 'bot, then Turtle, and leaned forward, dropping her voice. "I didn't think it could even do that. How can you tell?"

"Everyone's been saying it tastes funny," Turtle whispered back, this time adding a hand up against her mouth for extra squirrel protection. "I tried to get some more in to switch and see if there really is a different, but those jerkfaces at distribution totally didn't pull through. I'm so writing a letter."

"Is it just the Red?" Charlie whispered. "Not the Blue or the other flavors? And maybe you should add in a letter to a website or Consumer Reports. Seriously."

"Just the red," Turtle said with a nod of her head. "And I think I will so totally do that. But, ugh, I'm tired of talking about the Red. I've been talking about it all day. On the phone, off the phone, to Apu, customers, just...ugh. Talk to me about something else Charlie. Something good."

"Hmmmmmmm." Charlie's expression brightened, and she bounced on her toes. "Well... I'm dating Rodney now. Rodney's dating me. Just each other. So, yay!"

Turtle grinned a little. "That's much better than talking about Red," she decided and rolled her eyes at the bouncing, but it was the kind of rolling of the eyes that didn't mean anything, because Turtle would have done the same thing. "Yay! I take it those other dates went well, then?"

"Stargazing and mini-golf, and yeah. And we've got Math together this semester, he said he'd help me with it." Charlie grinned, looking a little shy. "I like him. I don't know what else there is, but I like him better than John. Enough to just date him. And he's not going to hit on girls in his Feminism class." She snickered. "Which was the original reason he signed up for it."

"He better not hit on any girls in his feminism class, because I'm in that class," Turtle announced with a scoff and a grin. "I'll totally get him."

Charlie chortled happily, and said, "Tell me how it goes in there? I believe him, but I'd really like to know what he makes of Professor Deadpool teaching Feminism. Which is enough to blow my mind, and I've had a class with him before." She shook her head. Grampa Irv had practically ordered her to take the little allowance he'd had saved up when she went back to visit. She *really* hoped he could make it to Parent's Weekend. "And today's my last day at Groovy Tunes. Grandpa gave me a little money he'd been saving up, and I have all the money I earned this summer, so, I'm going to concentrate on school this semester."

Turtle's mouth made a little 'o,' and, almost as if she hadn't heard anything other than that part about the last day, she blurted, "We're still hiring!"

Charlie started giggling and shook her head. "Nooooo. Turtle, you're my best friend, but nooooo. I would never be able to live up to your standards as an employee, just for starters. Besides, I'm hoping to join the school newspaper this semester, if they have one."

"Oooh, that would be good!" Turtle chuckled a little, totally understanding. "That was kind of just a knee-jerk reaction, sorry. I blame Jeff, mostly. But we did get two new hires in, one starts tomorrow, and the other, my little brother, starts Sunday, yay! He's got the coolest name, ever, Charlie, he really does."

"Ooo, you're helping with the Big Sib-Little Sib program? What's his name? Maybe I'll stop by and say hi, tell him you're the best boss he could have," Charlie said. "And how is it Jeff's fault you're still recruiting?" And with a totally straight face, "And what was that on the Radio, about not thinking paying attention to bodies?"

"Charlie!" By now, Charlie should know better than to do something like that if she wanted any other answers out of Turtle, because all she could do in response to that was let out that little shriek and then bury her red face in her hands. "Not fair!"

Charlie snickered in amusement for a minute, then relented. "Maybe not fair, but funny. And I have to give you a bad time about Jeff, or how will I know it's still going well?" She grinned, then said, "Okay, okay. So. Tell me about your new little brother, here to be corrupted and molded by you."

"Friends don't torment friends, Charlie!" Turtle reminded her insistently. "That's what our little brothers are for. His name is Victor von Doom. How cool of a name is that, seriously? He's really cool. I mean, obviously, or I wouldn't have hired him, brother or no."

"That's really his name? He didn't make it up when he got here, to impress people?" Charlie asked, not sure if she was impressed or feeling sorry for the guy. "Does he live up to his name, or is he kind of the anti-Emo?" She may have been planning to write him into a story just for the sake of the name already.

"You know," Turtle realized, tilting her head thoughtfully, "I didn't think to ask, in all honesty. He doesn't seem all that Doom-y to me, but he's got confidence and stuff, so I like him. He's a good kid. We'll have to see how he does on training to how he really does."

....*looks around for coffee.* *grabby hands*

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