wonkas; saturday

[flickofthewrist]

Why Flick had agreed to work for a guy with his face, he didn't know. It seemed like easy enough money even if that was something he didn't really need. And the side benefit of being around so much candy was a pretty good motivator too.

Still, Flick wasn't all that used to standing behind a counter or walking around a store for long hours so he was a little fidgety to start out with. At some point, his twitchiness got the best of him and he'd started building some small candy town made up of candy corn, gummi bears and licorice.

Don't ask.

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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle looked pretty good for someone who was still wearing last night's clothes. Dress and boots, the works. She'd washed all her makeup off, though, and her hair was pulled back into a loose bun.

She didn't look up when she ducked into the store. She was just here to grab a bag of something to cheer her up the rest of the day.

[flickofthewrist]

Unlike her, Flick had changed since he'd had to come into work and he was paying attention so he noticed her immediately.

He also noticed that she was wearing the same clothes and he pursed his lips but didn't say anything.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle grabbed some candy at random before making her way to the counter, where she, of course, looked up.

"Oh."

She took a second to look him over. The guy that looked like Flick worked here, right? But, yeah. She didn't think she was so worn out to not recognize her boyfriend.

[flickofthewrist]

"Hey," he greeted, sliding his candy building out of the way. "Buying some sweets?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Yes."

Her poor candy got put on the counter in an unnecessarily harsh way. The look on her face had already soured.

[flickofthewrist]

Wonderful.

"You upset about something?" he asked, snagging her candy to ring it up for her.

[seveninchmotto]

For a loooong moment, Isabelle said nothing, choosing instead to glare t him icily.

It matched her tone when she finally said, "Not a thing."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're wearing the same clothes you had on last night," he noted, nodding at her dress. "Where'd you stay at?"

[seveninchmotto]

"None of your business." Well, he hadn't been very interested in it last night, so why tell him now? Yes, she was petty. "What do I owe for the candy?"

So she could get out of here.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick frowned at her.

"Why are you so pissed off?" he wondered, shaking his head. "You sent me away. Said you had no use for me."

[seveninchmotto]

"You left."

She hadn't thought he'd actually do that. But she said nothing more. Just glared at him instead.

[flickofthewrist]

"And you didn't ask me to stay after sending me away," he said, shaking his head and not wilting under that glare. "What did you think I'd do, give in?"

You should know him better than that, Isabelle.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle whirled around, heels clicking against the floor as she began stalking towards the door.

"You can keep your candy, Jon."

[flickofthewrist]

"Isabelle!" Flick shouted, showing some emotion for the first time. "What in the fuck's gotten into you? Don't walk away!"

[seveninchmotto]

"Why not?" Isabelle snapped back. "I'm tired, I hate sleeping alone on hotel beds."

[flickofthewrist]

"And you're taking this shit out on me!" he shouted. "Why?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I already told you!"

You know, before she'd tried to leave just now.

[flickofthewrist]

"Goodbye, Isabelle," Flick said, shaking her head. "I'm not gonna bear the brunt of the blame in this one. You sent me away so I went away."

He rung the candy up and slammed a twenty into the till.

"Take your candy and go."

[seveninchmotto]

It was a good thing he'd put in a twenty because Isabelle picked up a bag of candy and hurled it at his head. Which was a perfectly rational thing to do.

"By the Angel did it look like I was serious about sending you away?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Isabelle!" Flick shouted, managing to turn enough that the candy caught him on the side of the neck rather than right at his face. "Get out of the store. Get out! Don't fucking come back if you're going to throw shit at me!"

[seveninchmotto]

Technically this was also his fault because she'd already been on her way out when he'd tried to order her not to walk away.

But he didn't have to worry about that now. She was going, this time. Furious, and with her eyes stinging, but going.