Dialogue color: #408080 Location: Cafe/Library
David finished his cigarette and flicked it to the ground before stomping out what little heat it had left in it. He glanced inside the cafe, seeing there still wasn't much going on inside. Really, he didn't want to keep playing either. He felt like going home and just reading or something, but technically the manager had booked him for another hour. Well, time to see if he can get the guy to pay him anyways. Walking back in the cafe, David immediately walked over to the back room where the manager was. David tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, um, my... sister just called she really needs me to go pick her up. You think I'm good to head out?"
The manager looked up at him, expression bemused but not overly upset. The guy looked at his watch. "Aren't you supposed to stick around longer?"David just shrugged, and amazingly, so did the manager. The guy stuck out his arm which David stared at dumbly for a second before grasping the guys arm. He pulled up his sleeve, watching as the guy gave him 4 days.
"Only four days? I though we agreed on 8?"
"We also agreed you would stay another hour, and I wasn't aware how many smoke breaks you'd be taking," the manager said disinterestedly without looking at David. Holding back a stream of curses, David numbly walked back out of the cafe and started toward the library.
Not long after getting absorbed into the crowd of people, he felt someone run into him. He glanced over to see if someone was trying to rob him- though he only had cigarettes in his pockets- and saw no one frantically trying to get away so assumed he was fine. In fact, his pocket felt heavier. David quickly walked into the library and went to the far side where crazed fans weren't clustered, and dug around his pocket. Sure enough, inside was a bank handle with 3 days. Confused, but not unhappily so, David shoved it back in his pocket and went to find a decent book to take home.
The manager looked up at him, expression bemused but not overly upset. The guy looked at his watch. "Aren't you supposed to stick around longer?"David just shrugged, and amazingly, so did the manager. The guy stuck out his arm which David stared at dumbly for a second before grasping the guys arm. He pulled up his sleeve, watching as the guy gave him 4 days.
"Only four days? I though we agreed on 8?"
"We also agreed you would stay another hour, and I wasn't aware how many smoke breaks you'd be taking," the manager said disinterestedly without looking at David. Holding back a stream of curses, David numbly walked back out of the cafe and started toward the library.
Not long after getting absorbed into the crowd of people, he felt someone run into him. He glanced over to see if someone was trying to rob him- though he only had cigarettes in his pockets- and saw no one frantically trying to get away so assumed he was fine. In fact, his pocket felt heavier. David quickly walked into the library and went to the far side where crazed fans weren't clustered, and dug around his pocket. Sure enough, inside was a bank handle with 3 days. Confused, but not unhappily so, David shoved it back in his pocket and went to find a decent book to take home.