Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny opened up the store on Friday and sat down behind the counter to smoke, drink, and work her way through the mountain of paperwork she'd let build up. Just your typical Friday, really.

After all this paperwork, she was going to have to burn something. She had her eye on a blindingly yellow top. With sequins. It had to cease to exist.

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

It had been a week, but Quinn was still more than a little annoyed at how the redhead (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/5267040.html) had treated her.

... also, she really wanted that sundress the girl had shown her, and she hadn't found it online anywhere. She figured if she went in on a different day she might find a manager or, if not, buy it without losing face.

"Hi," she called, making a beeline back to Jenny. "Is there a manager in today?"

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny took a drag off her cigarette and confirmed, "That would be me. Can I help you?" Her tone suggested she was hoping Quinn would say no and let her get back to these spreadsheets.

Well, actually she wanted to drink herself unconscious, but she'd settle for spreadsheets.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I hope so," Quinn said, with a smile that bore some passing resemblance to being pleasant but, really, wasn't. "I was in here a little over a week ago and your clerk refused to sell me anything without a kiss. I think that's wrong and really, really twisted."

It was also not exactly what had happened.

[ashockingbitch]

"Could you be more specific?" Jenny asked. "Which clerk, for starters, I suppose?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"The redheaded mute," Quinn said, accurately if not terribly kindly. "The sort of aggressively pretty one who works Tuesdays. I didn't catch her name."

She gestured to the window. "The one who put the sign up about free kisses with every purchase. Which -- what is that?"

[ashockingbitch]

"That would be Ariel," Jenny said. "I believe the sign is 'kiss her and get a discount,' not free kisses with every purchase. Still, neither is refusing to sell you something without kissing her. She should really change the sign. If you like, I'll talk to her about it."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

That was ... pretty much what she would have expected (though if Jenny hadn't made an offer along those lines, she would have asked for Ariel to be fired), actually, and Quinn nodded.

"That'll do," she said. "Thank you for being reasonable. I'd picked out a dress -- can I have a discount on it if you still have it in my size?"

[ashockingbitch]

Considering that Jenny meant Ariel should change the sign to reflect that you had to kiss her to buy anything, it probably wasn't what Quinn had expected at all. She frowned at Quinn. "Why on Earth would I give you a discount?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

And Quinn thought Jenny meant Ariel should take the sign down, or stop the policy altogether. Ah, miscommunication.

"... because your clerk was rude to me?" she tried patiently. "And I'm trying to give you money."

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny frowned some more. "You didn't say she was rude. You said the sign was wrong. If she was rude, I may have to give her a bonus. I didn't know she had it in her."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Okay, I know this island is the capital of Crazyland," Quinn drawled, with the same exaggerated patience, "but where I come from, it's rude to refuse to sell something to someone because they don't want to kiss you. It's actually kind of assault."

No, it wasn't.

"What do you mean, you'd give her a bonus?"

[ashockingbitch]

"You must come from somewhere with very strange assault laws, then," Jenny drawled. "You're in America now. Granted, their laws certainly don't always apply on this island, but I think you'll find refusing to sell someone something doesn't count. We do, in fact, reserve the right to refuse service. Now, if she'd forcibly kissed you--did she?--you'd be able to make a case for sexual assault," she said, "but the police are so very tiresome when a punch to the nose can solve the problem, don't you think?"

She reached under the counter, pulled out a bottle of vodka, and poured herself a shot. "I meant what I said. She seemed so very...bubbly," Jenny said like the word tasted bad.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"... oh." Quinn was deflated and a bit aimless, with anger that didn't really have anywhere to go. She gave punching Jenny in the nose a longer and more wistful thought than it probably deserved, then:

"All right. I don't think we're going to come to an agreement," she said, with as much dignity as she could manage. "Enjoy not selling things."

[ashockingbitch]

Punching Jenny in the nose would probably be a bad idea, yes. "Is that a no to the dress?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

The dress got a wistful look, but principles were principles.

"It's a no to buying clothes here. They're all defective anyhow."

[ashockingbitch]

"No, they're not," Jenny said mildly. "We burn the ugly stuff, and I wouldn't sell things that were defective. I have a little professional pride, for fuck's sake." Not much. But a little.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"What about that yellow thing with sequins?" Quinn asked, equally mildly. "I think RuPaul's Drag Race rejected it for being too tacky."

She was interested, though. Burning ugly stuff had a certain therapeutic-slash-charitable appeal.