The casual shift,clocking in at 7am. A tad bit early,but folks hit the road early for field trips and family stuff. Shit you not,you haven't even clocked in yet and someone was already knocking at the store's pathetically thin glass door. So much for staff safety, if someone came by guns blazing the glass would shatter. Not a chance. Despite the rude customers and the slushie machines that keep busting itself,you get paid pretty damn well for a shift.

And as proxies,money is a fucking pain to snag, although stealing may be better and honestly for efficient. The normalcy you feel from working a job instead of committing crimes felt good. Almost feels like you're not some serial killer on the loose.

Someone agrees with you,you're co-worker, a.k.a the infamous Toby Rogers. Toby's already upfront,talking to someone. He seems frustrated "I tuh-told ya. W-www...we don't giv-give the beers out fuh-for free." Toby's neck jerks to the side. He speaks sternly. The 'customer' is getting kinda aggressive. You best butt in.