Dante sighed as he started to scrub a little harder, his voice shaking with him, "In a bit. I'd like to make some headway with this. Left the two ladies to handle themselves. Hopefully the fun customers come by." Dante shrugged, "Guess they're almost like training wheels for taking care of my own kids. Gotta let them go it on their own without coddiling them. Besides, they'll never learn how to deal with them if they don't experience it first hand." He splashed a little more ajax on the stain, "What's playing?"
"In a bit. I'd like to make some headway with this. Left the two ladies to handle themselves. Hopefully the fun customers come by."
He arched his eyebrow a bit, "There's fun customers?" He shook his head, "Funny, I thought they were all assholes."
"Guess they're almost like training wheels for taking care of my own kids. Gotta let them go it on their own without coddiling them. Besides, they'll never learn how to deal with them if they don't experience it first hand."
He crossed his arms, chewing on his gum, "How parental of you." He tossed a glance toward Quick Stop, then back to Dante. "You freakin' out about being a dad, yet? Or..." He shook his head, "Knowing you, you're probably all excited about it. Probably got names picked out." He eyed him for a moment, "Don't name the kid after ya, allright? Probably'll get the kid named Junior and really, who wants to be called Junior?" He thought for a moment, "It would be kind of cool to name the kid Damien. Omen-style." Then after a moment, added, "And if it's a girl, call it Carrie. Maybe she'll wreck havoc on those in highschool that fuck with her or something." He nodded a bit, thinking about it.
He released a laugh, showing him the dvd cover, which consisted of girl on girl imagery. "Check the title out, Anita Pussy. Get it?"
"Fun customers, the ones that make it interesting to work here or as you call them, the assholes." Dante rolled his eyes. "I'm nervous, but I'm not tearing my hair out. Don't think I have much more to tear out. Namewise, we're still working on it, got a few choices for either gender. I don't know, Damien, it's nice, and the reference is cool. I just don't want him catching a stigma for it. It's almost asking for the kid to get labeled a devil by his teachers. Did you ever notice that? Just how you're named can put more of a mark on you than your race? I mean don't get me wrong the whole racism issue is huge, but you name a kid wrong they're fucked for life." Dante scrubbed a little more and glanced at the box. "Brilliant," with a dry tone, "Alotta Fagina."
He thought to himself for a moment, placing a hand in his pocket. "I guess there are some customers it's fun to fuck with... Remember that guy that bitched about our filthy language and I sent him running showing him that porno mag," he ended with laughing, shaking his head, "That was hilarious. Wonder if he's related to Elias in any way." He shook his head a bit, "That is true. When we were in school, I made fun of all of the kids with the strange names. Really, I made fun of all the kids in general, present company excluded most of the times, but especially the kids with the strange names." Like Gary Gay Greene, for example. .... Well, that was more because the guy was a pussy. The fact that he was really gay just made his torturing much sweeter. "As long as you don't name the kid Gaylord, I think he or she can handle on their own." He gave a shrug, "Besides, if any one gives the kid problems, I'll be around." ... Jesus, did he really just say that? Parental tendecies seem to be a wee bit contagious...
"I'm telling ya, man. You know what would wipe away the issues we have with race now adays? A white man bringing Porch Monkey back, it's fool proof!" He still wouldn't let go the bringing back of Porch Monkey. He had fond memories of his dearly departed grandmother, racist or not, with the word, he'd be damned to no longer use it. Looking back on the dvd, he chuckled a bit, "Alotta Fagina is the best kind."
"Thanks, I appreciate the offer. Can't wait till Becky bans you from being around the child." Dante shook his head, "Gonna be spending a lot more time in RST if the kid visits."
"Can you stop saying that, out loud?!" Dante looked around quickly. "The only way race is never going to be a problem is interacial dating and mating. When we can't tell what race the other person is any more, it'll be done with. Trying to take back racial epithetes is just an easy way to get your ass handed to you."
He rolled his eyes, "Oh come on. Would you deprive the kid of knowing his Uncle Randal?" Nudging his shoulder, adding a, "Huh? Huh?" Again, he felt the need to roll his eyes. His Porch Monkey talk was trying to be silenced. But it would not work. "Jesus, have you SEEN the place right now? It's deader than Julie Dwyer." He crossed his arms, "I'm bringing it back, just you watch. And if we're talking about interracial dating..." He smirked a bit, "I wouldn't mind starting it off with that Cassie. She is hot." He shook his head, "You almost done so we can watch this?" Gesturing to the dvd once again.
Mia wandered outside to see if she could be of any assistance. The place was empty, which she figured she should be glad for, but after working at a place where there were ALWAYS customers, she felt kind of useless doing nothing, so she figured that since the stain of doom was outside she's see weither Dante wanted her to take care of it. She saw Randal but pointedly avoided even looking at him and directed her question to Dante. "Uh... Mr. Hicks, are you sure you don't want me to do that? I mean... it's kinda dead in there and I'm looking for something to do, yanno?" She flashed her widest, hopefully cheeriest smile.
Dante stood up from his crouched position, his joints popping and cracking. An audible groan as he braced himself on the wall to get up. He recoiled his hand quickly and was relieved to have missed the puke. "It's your funeral. There's rubber gloves, cleaning chemicals, a brush, and the hose is right over there. I'll be in RST. And Mr. Hicks was my father. You can call me Dante. Randal, after you." Dante directed into RST and then walked passed Randal.
Randal nodded a bit, vhs porno in hand. Ofcourse he noticed the purposeful avoidence of gaze from Mia. Shaking his head, he went toward the door, only to look back at the girl, "You know, you're acting all pissy like I dissed your lesbian lover, maybe you should ask her out and she could forget alll about me."
Without waiting for a reply, he walked into RST and closed the door. He pointed at Dante, "I don't wanna hear it. You all are overreacting waay too much about this. I'm sure I said it before, it's not like I called the Juicer a cunt or anything like that." He shook his head, "Though I'll say this, I'm done with fucking seventeen year olds. I forgot how sensative teenaged girls can be. I'm done with that." He released a sigh, popping the tape in. "I think I'm gonna take a week off of sex. It's starting to get pretty boring."
"Listen, I'm done with the subject, I've said my piece about your philanderous wanderings. Do whatever the hell you want, just don't burn down the store, ruin the business or anything that could jeopardize our future and my family's. As for Uncle Randal, think I might have to pull a Hellen Keller and hide them in a safe room." Dante went behind the RST counter and sat down in the folding chair.
"You...give up sex for a week? Right, and I'm going to make Elias manager. You can't give up jacking off or annoying the customers." Dante put his feet up on the lower shelf behind the counter. "Just put the movie in."
He gave a nod and a mock salute, "Yessir, Mr. Hicks, sir." His voice just overflowing with his natural sarcastic tone. Taking a pocketed slim jim out of his back pocket, he opened and took a bite. "You mean Anne Frank." Oh the irony. Overwhelming, perhaps.
He gave a shrug, "I'm serious, man." Taking the tape and doing as he was asked. Putting the movie in, and pressing play. There on the screen, cheesy music witht he sound of women moaning, their carpet munched by the other of the same sex. "I mean, I love fucking and all," taking a seat behind the counter, "God knows I do. But lately... I dunno." He thought for a moment on what the right words were. "It's like eating the same thing over and over again. You're gonna get tired of it, atleast a little." He pointed to the tv, "Look at them. They act like they're all having a good time, right? But if you ever see an interview with any porn star, they'll say the same thing. Them fucking on screen is work. Just work." He pointed at Dante, "And I'm starting to feel that same way about sex."
He leaned forward, "For a while, sex was the best thing for me. It's exciting, you get all hot and all that. But," He gave a shrug, "Now it's just becoming a standard. Now it's like, while I'm doing it, I'm just thinking of what to eat, afterwards." He shook his head, "It's weird, and a little troubling for me to admit that. I don't even get all hot or horny anymore. After it's done, it just... Fuck, I don't even know. Like it's empty, or something." He shook his head, "I take pleasure in few things. Insulting the customers, and fucking. I don't want fucking to be like work to me. Something to do. I wanna fuckin' enjoy it. Bask in it, afterwards or SOMETHING. So, I'm gonna take a break from fucking." He nodded a bit, "That'll solve everything, I think. Take a break and appreciate some nice, after-work fucking. A week should do it."
"I beleive you have reached the end of your urge to quote 'spread your seed'. See, the male sex drive drops sharply after the 20's. Meanwhile a woman's just getting started at around that time. Like never the two shall meet." Dante reached for an imaginary drink, Shit, forgot that I didn't grab a drink, ah well. He shifted his gaze to look at the rather lack luster muff dive. "Geezus, is it just me or does every old time porno have just some worn out women. What year is this thing? 1980's. They looks like they've got Einstein in a leg lock." Dante shook his head.
"You can't give it up for a week. You and I both know that. You'll try and get Cassie bent over the counter by the end of the week. Jesus. And if you can't get her, you'll just tap Megumi for a little something something and we'll have this conversation again."
"No, no, no," shaking his head, "I haven't reached the end of anything. I just need a break, that's all. My sex drive is not dropped. It's just tired." He smirked a bit, "As it didn't have a break in a loooong time." He took a look at the porno, shaking his head, "You gotta appreciate the classics, atleast a little. Oh. You see that Debbie Does Dallas Next Generation I lent ya?" He shook his head, "There's sequels to ANYTHING nowadays."
He arched an eyebrow, "Amazing. The ammount of faith you have in me here." Though, when he turned to look at the porno infront of them, he shrugged, "Though the mental image of Cassie in here like that is something I can get behind. Literally." He shook his head, "And suffer another morning of being in the same room of overdramatic teen angst? I think not. Besides, if I go down on her too long, I'll probably drown." He looked at Dante, "She fuckin' juices a lot. I think if I had went for a second time that night, she'd flood the store, she juiced so much." He shook his head, "Like fucking one of those Japanese cartoon chicks. Not really my thing. Thank God she wasn't a squirter. I have no idea what one feels when cum or whatever is squirted in one's eye. Can't be good, that's for sure."
Meanwhilst, Cassie remained in the store, thoroughly bored. To tears was almost an appropriate phrase, because yes, it was that boring. She perked up slightly when the door opened, spilling in a few customers. One approached her with a handful of tapes, dumping them on the counter. "The outside of the video place looks disgusting," he proclaimed with a distasteful wrinkle gracing his nose. "I don't wanna go in there. Doesn't Quickstop own that place? You can take these back, right?" Without waiting for a reply, the young man turned away, eyeing a bit of candy, before gesturing to the rest of his crew to take leave. Once more the store was empty and back to being boring.
Cassie picked up the tapes idly and skimmed over the titles. "Space Nuts...Young Co-Ed Fucks Girl then Guy..." She rolled her eyes and tucked them under her arm, heading for the door. Flipping the sign over that said "be right back", she went into RST. Randal and Dante were already in there, viewing a...well, porno. Of two women, of course. She caught the tail end of whatever Randal was saying.
"...I have no idea what one feels when cum or whatever is squirted in one's eye. Can't be good, that's for sure."
She eyed the video briefly, then went to Randal, handing over the tapes. "I bet it feels like heaven. Hey, some customer left these in there, I don't know where they go. What are you watching, anyway?"
Randal turned and looked toward Cassie, arching an eyebrow, "Don't you think it'd sting? Unless you like pain with your sex..." Wait. He was going to wait for a week. Right. Now not out of personal reasons, but... He'd be damn if he was going to prove Dante right. "Anita Pussy's the name." He took a hold of the tapes, flipping through them, then widening his eyes, "Oh, Space Nuts! Episode 69: The Unholy Union," He chuckled a bit, "In space, no one can hear your cream. One of the best Star Wars rip-off AND Porn movie today."
"It was sarcasm, buddy." She gave Randal's solid shoulder a firm pat. "I'm not sure I'm all into that sado-masochism scene or anything, sorry to disappoint." She noted that he had trailed off rather abruptly; maybe, after seeing what mentioning sex did previously, he was afraid to mention it again. Or something. "Anita Pussy, huh? Oh, how very clever, yes, witty indeed." Cassie rolled her eyes a bit with a wry smile. "I can't say I've ever had the pleasure of viewing it. Sounds horribly corny...but most porns are."
He couldn't help but smirk a bit, turning to her, "So you know sarcasm well, huh? That's good, you're gonna need it to survive around these parts." He gave a shrug, his eyes gazing at the carpet munching action. "A porn isn't a porn if it isn't corny. Otherwise it's called Erotica." He crossed his arms and glanced at her, "Soo. You into the girl on girl action?"
Dante scooped up a magazine to idle himself with as the two decided to wit against each other. "Sloth leads to sarcasm, sarcasm to watch crappy pornos, crappy pornos to working in a video store. The path this is yes." Doing his best Yoda, he flipped a couple pages. "You gals doing ok over there? Any customers? Problems?"
"I live, breathe, speak it, I guess," she smiled. "Wit is the only way to live in this day and age without losing your mind. Or one would hope, anyway." Her gaze followed his to the video screen once more. "I suppose. I could go for some tasteful erotica, I guess, but pornos are more fun. As for girl on girl..." She shrugged a bit with a grin. "I'll partake every so often."
Turning to Dante, straightening a bit, she nodded. "Everything is fine. Just a bit slow this morning, but we haven't encountered any issues thus far. I think we're doing pretty good."
"Good, I'm glad to hear the next generation is just as jaded and filled with bile for the world as we were. But I have to admit, we didn't have the attitude to voice it. We just stared at the world and made comments. Hope you'll do better." Dante watched the porno as one girl turned over, stuck her ass in the air and the other girl started to hock a lougie down her ass hole and began to tongue the muscles. Dante arches his eyebrow. "Hope she had an enema and wipes good." Another grimace and he turned back to the magazine. "Oh, I'm gonna need someone to pull a late shift in the coming week. The DVD's are gonna be delivered soon and we'll need to stock them. I'm throwing it out there for people. Volunteer or don't, not a big deal. Pass it on to the others and just see who's willing." Dante shrugged, "Or I'll just end up doing it."
"Oh, sure, we're all jaded fucks, but some express it in less savory ways, I suppose." Of course, she was referring mostly to all the scene kids, who proclaimed the apathetic state of their youth in a mostly annoying manner. "And there are still the ones who don't do much about anything, but that's just how lazy we are." Her gaze followed Dante's to the TV and the corner of her nose lifted in a distasteful wrinkle. Turning to him, she offered, "Sure, I'll do it. I don't have much better things to do with my life, anyway."
He arched his eyebrows as she accepted the offer of stocking DVDs. On the late shift. Here in RST. Where he no doubt will be. He smiled a bit, leaning a bit closer to Cassie, "Sooo... Offering to help out here, with me, at night?" He gave a shrug, "A lot of things can happen..." Hey, the job would be done the following week, anyway. So it wasn't exactly like he was going back on his week-long celibacy deal. It was all good.
Having finished up with the wall outside RST, Mia decided she'd tell Dante before heading back over to QuickStop, seeing as how Cassie wasn't inside anymore. She stood from her kneeling position on the sidewalk and dusted off her knees before peaking her head inside the ratty little video store just in time to hear Randal's innuendo towards Cassie. "Jeez, didn't you learn your lesson about hitting on girls so much younger than you, Mr. Graves?" She shook her head and looked to Dante. "I finished up the wall so Imma head back to QuickStop before someone steals stuff or something."
"Soo. You into the girl on girl action?"
Jordy lifted her head from the horror film section to hear Randal once again being Randal.
"Girl on girl is only good if one of the girls is a hermpadite Randal!" yelled Jordy from the horror section. Randal and the customer looked at her and Randal gave her one of his signature smug smiles. Jordy smiled back and went back to figuring out which B list celebrity she wanted to see die a horrible violent death.