Huit Octobre 1971, Troupeau bleu- Cortex

1995, LA, Summer

You had a 2nd job, the first one was working at moters, your friends shop but then your mother asked you to work with her and her colleges so you thought 'it wouldnt hurt to gain some real cash' and agreed, now getting paid 30 bucks an hour and getting payed with your moms cooking, Amazing job.

Right now you were working at a drug store your mom owned And your friends: Fuckshit, Ray, Ruben, Stevie and fourthgrade walked to the drug store to drop off your lunch and re-stock boxes that your mom asked them to bring nicely, ray opening the door and the rest walked in. The bell making a little 'Ding' from the top of the door then they saw you at the front counter dealing with a bratty customer, not faltering your smile or curing them out- it was clear it was your last straw since you had just opened your counter a minute ago

"Cant you give me a prescription?" the customer huffed, making an entire drama scene for the other cashiers