Dite's Decadent Delights, Saturday

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Kathy'd had a great idea talking to Dante the other week and had decided to come in over the weekend to start pricing out sex supply basics like lube, condoms, and dental dams, as well as trying to figure out what other potential items she could throw in for her 'Sex Care Crates.'

She was also trying to come up with better ideas for a name than 'Sex Care Crate.' But that was a brainstorm for a different day. Right now, she was deciding whether it was worth tossing in small, random items for under $10 as a special gift to longterm subscribers or if it should be something she did for everyone.

Decisions, yo.

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The door to the backroom burst open sometime in the late afternoon, sending Eliot spilling out. He was damp and disheveled, with almost a week's worth of unkempt beard growth. His clothes were grubby and torn in places, and he was missing his left shoe.

"For the love of god," he yelled behind him. "Next time find someone else!"

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Kathy, startled almost out of her wits, whirled around to face the intruder, weapon raised. Sure, the intruder was Eliot and the weapon was a big, green dildo fashioned to supposedly look like a dragon, but there was no controlling instincts.

Which was also why she'd unconsciously clacked her teeth at him, but she hadn't even realized that.

"Eliot?"

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Eliot swiped his hair out of his face, revealing a line of claw marks across the back of his hand and a bright pink Greetings Kitten bandaid on his forehead. Also, About fifteen poorly made friendship bracelets on his wrist.

"Kathy," he greeted. ". . . The hell're you holding?"

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Kathy tore her gaze away from cataloguing Eliot's various...oddities?...to glance down at her hand. "Uhhh...a bludgeoning weapon?" she offered. The fact that it was labeled The Dragon Dong didn't stop it from having plenty of heft. It did mean, however, there was a decent grip for her hand at the base. In another lifetime (literally), this would have made Kathy start giving some serious thought using sex toys as weapons, considering how much they'd been designed with comfort in mind.

"How'd you end up in my store?" she asked, setting the Dong aside. "What happened to you?"

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"Don't wanna talk about it," Eliot grumbled. "When the hell did you buy a sex toy shop? How long was I gone?"

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A good person would look at the state Eliot was in and hasten to assure him it was okay, give him the date, help him clean up a little. But Eliot was her mentor and that gave Kathy leave--nay, a responsibility to be an asshole. "It would be easier to tell you," she said, making it sound like she was choosing each word with care. "If Fandom's little April Fool's Day funtimes didn't make answering direct questions so hard."

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"Ap -- April? I've been --" Nope, hang on. She'd already answered a direct question with the "bludgeoning weapon" thing. Maybe it wasn't a totally literal answer, but it was a descriptive one. "Jesus, kid. It's a wonder I ain't gone gray yet."

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Kathy beamed at him, dimples deep. "Couldn't resist," she admitted. "It's Saturday. Saturday the 11th."

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"Of March," Eliot checked, just to be sure. "Jesus, that's what, five days? Parker and Hardison rip the island apart yet?"

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"What? No, why?" Not Kathy looked genuinely puzzled. "They got your note, it's all good. Why did you stay longer than you'd thought?"

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Eliot blinked at her blankly for several moments. "Okay, I've had a long . . . most of a week, apparently. Note?"

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"Yeah, Hardison mentioned it on his radio show," Kathy said, digging out her phone so she could pull up the podcast. "He said he was proud because you, like, used details and nouns and stuff. Something like that."

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Eliot closed his eyes. Funny, he didn't feel concussed. ". . . Right. Okay. I didn't. . . . Never mind. Ya didn't happen to notice what they said about my class this week?"

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"It was cancelled but people still had to clean their rooms for homework," Kathy said promptly. "...That wasn't your assignment?"

Cause it had sorta sounded like a thing she'd expect him to do.

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"Those little green bastards." Eliot shook his head. "I guess at least the students got some direction."

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Kathy had to clap her hand over her mouth. "You were..." a tiny giggle escaped. "...trapped by..." Her eyes slid to the friendship bracelets. Snickering was audible. "...gremlins?"

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"I do not want to talk about it." He came over to the front desk, moving with a slight limp. "You know, you never answered my question about when you got a sex toy shop."

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"I don't own it!" Kathy protested. At least, she was pretty sure she didn't. She should probably figure out who did. "Who says I'm not here doing a little bit of shopping or something?"

Besides the fact she wasn't blushing herself into a coma getting caught in here by Eliot.

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Eliot looked around the store. "You're the only one in here. And you called it 'my store'."

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"Oh. Fair." Kathy hadn't even realized she'd said that; there'd been too much adrenaline to really pay attention to what she'd been saying. "I think I'm the manager? Since Mardi Gras. That was when the last manager quit and tossed the keys and I picked them up and...inherited the position, I guess?"

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"Yeah, that sounds like Fandom, alright." Eliot smirked faintly. "What, you were just stoppin' by for some condoms?"

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Kathy stuck her tongue out at him. "I'll have you know, I'm an entrepreneur," she informed him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm here because I had a good idea for the store and now I'm pricing it out."

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"Oh yeah?" Eliot leaned against the counter like he didn't look like he'd just come from managing a preschool in a swamp full of alligators. He looked pointedly at the Dragon Dong. "Looks like a doozy."

Eliot, this was not how people generally interacted with their daughter figures.

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Kathy blushed bright red. "That's not--I wasn't--it made for an excellent weapon!" she sputtered. "I took classes in improvised weaponry! You wouldn't be laughing if I'd whacked you with it!"

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"It does look . . . weighty." This was going right up there with the knife throwing conversation on the Eliot and Kathy top ten. "What is that, silicone?"