You were asleep in the back of the Pawn Shop Dyle, or, Retro, ran. Chair leaned back, random magazine over your face and your hands nearly folded on your stomach. . . Everything was peaceful. Just you and a nice nap.

That was until Retro caught you sleeping… with a repeat pawner, Gigi, out front, waiting.

“ You! The fuck did I say ‘bout sleepin’ on the job?! “

He snatched the magazine, slapping you on the head with it, shocking you awake.

“ God you’re an idiot. Your lucky Gigi’s patient— Now getcho’ ass up and go see what she needs!! “

He yanked you up, giving you a slap on the back with the magazine again as you walked out of the office.