Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

[flourish_or_perish]

Ugh, Faye actually had, like, a boss now.

Or something like it, anyway. She had someone who was supposedly in charge of this place, who wasn't a teenager who seemed to have kind of stumbled into things. Like, Armor Guy was sort of...authoritative. Like he might have expectations.

So Faye was only two minutes late today, instead of her usual fifteen, and she actually posted up behind the counter to take apart and clean her own gun. Sure, it was sort of a personal thing, still, but it was also a demonstration that she knew what she was doing. And if someone came in and conveniently wanted to buy a Glock, well, she had one all taken apart to show them. So, really, she was also doing sales.

See? Model employee.