fandomtownies | Freedom Arms, Friday

There were, for some reason that Alec couldn't glean from the invoice, a weird amount of hunting traps at the store today.

While there were many reasons that Alec had initially been interested in working at this store, the prospect of categorizing beaver, skunk and bear traps was not one of them. In fact, as hypocritical as it was given that he not-so-regularly fought demons, he was finding the whole experience a little creepy.

Especially the squirrel traps. And he was pretty sure the intrepid journalist who was reporting on him today felt the same way. Ick.

[[open, no ocd!]]