Freedom Arms, Monday

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Ron had spent the past few weeks doing what he loved best: working on furniture. He had crafted a second large wooden eagle to join the one that already stood right outside the shop. Now he was busy finishing up the new counters and display cases.

Nothing beat working with your own two hands, besides maybe replacing store-bought furniture with the sweat of your own brow.

It was time to install these new counters now. He hummed softly to himself as he worked.

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[the_merriest]

Okay, Rikku was way more of a grease-and-engine kind of girl, but carpentry was still pretty badass. It had that really awesome smell to it, right up until all the sawdust made you start sneezing.

She didn't want to interrupt, but patience wasn't exactly her strong suit, so she was going to linger in the doorway for maybe all of ten seconds before chirping at him.

"Hiya!"

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She was... chirpy.

Ron lead with the mustache, of course; it was the first thing she would see as he tilted his head away from his work. "Hello," he said, with an intent stare and an intonation that made it clear he felt the next part of this interaction was in her hands.

[the_merriest]

Oh, he was grumpy. That was cool. She could deal with grumpy. Some of her favorite people were of the growly and cranky variety.

"So, hey, is Cable here?" she asked. "Or did he leave? It's kinda been a while since I was back."

This guy might just be here to make the cabinets. Or maybe he was the new owner. Or heck, maybe the Monday employee liked woodworking. She didn't judge!

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"If you are talking about the former owner, he passed this shop on to me over a year ago," Ron said.

He wasn't sure if this interaction had to involve him getting up yet, so he didn't.

[the_merriest]

Standing was overrated, and it wasn't like she was gonna be offended or anything. Rikku didn't offend easily. Not even sometimes when people were trying.

"Ooooh, okay, then," she nodded. "Right, so you're the guy to talk to. I want a job."

That didn't seem like enough, so she added, "Please?"

Very professional. This was how most Fortune 500 job interviews went.

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It was that kind of interaction, then. Ron rose to his feet. "Do you know anything about firearms?" he asked.

His interviewing skills: legendary.

[the_merriest]

"Well, of course," Rikku said. Duh. Why else would she want a job here? "I worked here when I was a student, although the last owner really didn't like us selling guns. So I'd just give 'em away any time we got invaded and call that a loophole. My gun's a Glock" -- and here she produced it from the small of her back, held out to him in case he wanted to see -- carefully pointed at the wall, with the safety on, because she wasn't like an idiot or anything -- "that my mentor gave me, because he was totally the best ever. I mean, my main weapon's usually a clawhand but sometimes, like, when the world's about to end again and you have to go save it? What you really need is a duffel bag full of assault rifles."

Those tended to help when that weird Sephiroth guy was trying to come back and summoning Bahamut dragons. Really.

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She did a lot of talking.

"Yes," Ron said. It seemed to be a catch-all answer to all... that. "So you know guns and you know how to sell them. You are hired."

Beat.

"I do expect you to sell the guns."

[the_merriest]

"Hooray!" Was Ron going to revoke the job offer if she did a happy wriggle? Hopefully not, because the happy wriggle was on. "I'll totally sell 'em. I only didn't 'cause Cable didn't want us to. Oooh, hey, are you cool with me upgrading some stuff? Only if people want it. I'm not going to add poison to a gun just sitting in stock, I mean, if no one wants it that just ruins a gun you have in stock."

She talked a lot, Ron. Constantly.

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She... reminded him of a coworker he had left behind in Pawnee. Ron wasn't sure he liked it.

"Yes, I am... cool," Ron said. "Make sure to charge a sum commensurable the amount of effort you put into this... upgrading."

Whatever it was.

[the_merriest]

"It's not hard at all," Rikku said. "I have a crazy amount of materials for it. I'll slap a surcharge on there or whatever. But if they want something, like, good, that's gonna use up something rare I was saving? They're so gonna pay up for that."

Some stuff was crazy hard to find. Like Blessed Gems. And she was thoroughly out of Dark Matter, too.

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"Good," Ron said. Did he need to say more than that? Sigh, yes. "Then you are hired. Please come into the shop on Tuesday and sell people firearms."
There.

[the_merriest]

"You got it," she bounced, standing at attention and firing off a salute. "I'm Rikku. Pleasedtameetcha."

In case he needed her name for whatever. Not, like, paperwork -- she was assuming she'd be paid cash. But in case he needed to refer to that weird blonde lady he'd hired who couldn't dress herself.