Pixie Dust, Tuesday

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Pixie Dust, Tuesday

As usual, when Blackheart opened Pixie Dust today, he was in a rotten mood.

Okay, fine, Blackheart was almost always in a rotten mood. But today, it was a more rotten mood than usual.

After all, with Parents' Weekend coming up, he was starting to dread the possibility of having to deal with his father, here on Fandom where he was delightfully and surprisingly free.

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Yeah. We're open. Tread carefully, intrepid shoppers, we're grumpy again.

(Open! I'll be about for a few hours, and then it will turn into another slowplay dance for the sake of employment. Woo!)

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The requisite sign was out again today. Blackheart, however, was starting to think it needed something more.

Maybe he'd draw little skulls on it or something on his next shift. That would really get the point across.

Yes, he is here. No, he doesn't like you.

What you have to ask yourself is: Do you feel lucky?

Even if some of us want the world to end.

The mosquito knew nothing of luck. It was just in search of food. Somehow, it found its way into the store. Oh! He looked interesting...

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz....

Ugh. Bugs. If there was one thing more annoying than humans, it was little buzzy mosquitos.

Blackheart, of course, took a swat at it.

Zippy was a rather quick little mosquito. He darted out of the way.

Which served to annoy Blackheart even further. This fist-sized buzzing thing had the nerve to avoid being smote by him?

This called for rage and snarling. Mostly snarling, actually, as Blackheart took another swing at the mosquito.

Zippy had won first place in the "How to annoy people and get away with it" contest at the end of the summer so he was good at avoiding swatting hands. He zipped around and then buzzed right by Blackheart's ear. People loved when he did that.

Blackheart took a step backward and glared at the bug. Buzzing in his ear like that was an unforgivable offense and could only be properly punished by death.

Now if only the damned bug would stay still and take his punishment like a man.

Blackheart wasn't going to bother with swinging his arms around, now. He was just going to launch himself at this nuisance, roaring and knocking over things in the process.

Zippy zipped! He zagged. He dodged.

He tried to hid in a rack of ladies lingerie.

Blackheart was not about to be fooled so easily. Blackheart was going to show this bug who was boss!

Yes, right into the rack of ladies' lingerie he dove, bravely ~~like soldiers~~, angrily, and fiercely, for his wrath was strong and his patience weak.

He just managed to get away. But his escape speed was hampered by the silk thong that got wrapped around his leg.

Not even noticing the lace bra that now rested atop his head, Blackheart spun on his heel to make a grab for the flying thong, and, by extension, hopefully the "STUPID DAMNED BUG ARGH ARGH ARGH" that he was chasing after.

Vengeance would be his for that uncalled-for ear-buzzing.

Zip kept flying.

But he wasn't going anywhere, tethered by his silk leash as he was.

Blackheart had the large little bug right where he wanted it.

Excellent.

Raising the hand that wasn't currently grasping at a thong, he made to smack poor little Zippy right into next month.

The smack knocked him off his leash and Zippy went flying.

Right into November. Or at least that's what it felt like when he hit the wall.

Zippy dropped to the floor and gave a half-hearted buzz.

Blackheart was all too happy to put little Zippy out of his misery with a well aimed stomp.

A few well aimed stomps.

About twenty good stomps and kicks and a bit of yelling, actually. After all, he was victorious.

And also had one Hell of a mess to clean up. And a lace bra on his head and a silk thong in his hand. And a squashy mosquito mess on the bottom of his boot.

Tink would pick that moment to come into the store, wouldn't she?

She looked at Blackheart and raised an eyebrow. She had no idea he was so kinky when she wasn't around.

Blackheart looked right back at Tinker Bell and raised an eyebrow right back.

And then became acutely aware that he was in possession of a couple of articles of women's underwear.

And then stomped on the mosquito on the floor one more time so that he could feel nice and vindicated for the events that were sure to follow.

Tink would need a moment before events could follow.

Blackheart was doing a very admirable job not snarling at his boss. He really was.

He was just going to stalk back over to the mangled lingerie display, tracking mosquito guts across the floor as he went. And he was going to put the thong and the bra back where they came from. Sort of. Where they came from was in a few pieces. And maybe then he might snarl.

A little.

She seemed thoroughly intimidated by his snarl. Could he tell?

Oh, yes. He could tell quite well.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself," he growled, looking down at the mess of panties and bras and whatever the Hell those other things were on the floor. To Hell with that. He was going to inspect the bottom of his boot, instead.

Oh. Look. A wing.

She rather hoped he was enjoying himself. And that he would enjoy cleaning it up. He realized he was going to clean this up, right? Having made an enormous mess and possibly damaged her lovely property, and she was taking this very well, he should realize, so he was going to be polite and clean it up and not snarl again. Right?

Right. Mostly. Yes. Right.

Ugh.

He grit his teeth and picked up-- he hoped that was supposed to be a rubber band, but he feared that it was probably a pair of panties. Yes. Yes, it was most certainly a pair of panties. Though it had amazing rubber band-like qualities and he was momentarily tempted to slingshot it across the room at his employer for having the gall to laugh at him.

Tink was trying not to laugh again.

Wait, no.

No, she wasn't.

That. Was. It.

Blackheart had pretty good aim with a stretchy string thong, all things considered.

OH. Did he really think so, Mr. Tough Guy?!

She kicked the thong off and zipped over to him, jingling angrily. Because if he thought she was just going to take that, then he had another thing coming and excuse her!?!?

Blackheart just smirked and got back to picking up the lingerie.

He felt much better now, actually.

No, he would not just stand there smirking! He would listen to ... watch her ... she hated him! Hated hated hated!

And back onto the rack went three thongs, a lace corset, some sort of strappy thing that Blackheart wasn't going to attempt to identify, and he was actually laughing a little to himself as he straightened up the display.

There was just something about anger that smelled beautiful.

Tink pulled her wand out of her cleavage, and with one swoop, the store was sparkling clean again. Floors scrubbed, clothing organized, and no sign of the dead mosquito guts anywhere.

Which left Blackheart looking over his shoulder at his boss.

Hm.

"Well, that was... interesting."

And then Tink swept her wand once more and the store was back to how it was to start. Possibly more mosquito guts. And the items he had just put away were on the floor again. Except for that one on his head.

He should have a lot of fun cleaning. Get to it.

For whatever reason, Blackheart didn't seem terribly upset.

Actually, Blackheart was grinning again.

"You expect me to pick all of this up all over again? That's how you figure this works?"

He made the mess, didn't he?

"And I cleaned it up once already."

He was practically laughing now. If she thought that he was going to pick up all of this again, she was sadly mistaken.

He pulled the bra off of his head and pointedly dropped it onto the floor.

"I don't think I'm going to do so again."

He hadn't cleaned the mosquito guts. And he snapped a thong at her head. And he had made a huge mess in her store and then hadn't acted upset when she had yelled a lot.

Oh, this was about him not being upset?

Well. He'd just have to smile some more just to piss her off more thoroughly.

"You've already proven yourself to be quite capable of cleaning the mosquito guts yourself," he pointed out, almost pleasantly, actually, if it wasn't for the 'I am up to something and also think you suck' undertone he was using.

Capable? Certainly she was capable. So was he. Mops existed. Why should she bother cleaning it again, when it was him that made the mess?

"You made the mess worse," Blackheart said, by way of observation. He kicked the bra that was formerly on his head across the floor to demonstrate. "I'm not going to touch that. I was being courteous, cleaning it the first time."

He gestured to the busted up lingerie rack again, a somewhat disturbing grin on his lips.

"I don't like to repeat myself."

And she had better things to do than stand here and listen to him whine.

Whining? He wasn't whining. He was calmly explaining that he thought she was full of shit. And actually somewhat enjoying himself.

"Walk away now, and you won't be the only one to walk out today," he stated.

Was that a threat?

Tink was so very concerned.

She would show him her concerned face.

Did he like it?

She was laughing at him?

Yes, yes, he thought it was funny, too. See him laugh back as he turned to the door.

"So much for your Monday night drinking, hm?"

It was absolutely hilarious, actually. See his happy face.

Did she like it?

He was bluffing! He would come back here and beg for his job back!

See if she cared! She could find employees like that!

He was stupid and he should just go, then! Fine! Leave!

Blackheart snorted, still laughing as he stepped out the door.

"I don't beg. I quit."

And with that, he exited the store, slamming the door shut behind himself, leaving it swinging on its hinges. She could fix that too with her pixie magic whatever. He didn't care.

He had actually enjoyed every moment of that.

He'd have to quit more often.

That stupid jerk!

Fine, see if she cared.

Tink waved her wand towards the door, and then cleaned all of the mosquito guts, and took her place behind the cash register.

Not caring. At all. If he ever came back.

Good day for absinthe.

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