A soft storm rumbles on outside, rain pelting down against the front doors of the store and the roof. A crash of thunder causes one of the lights in the isle to flicker.

"This fuckin' sucks."

Vic's voice cuts through the otherwise silent store, though not looking up from his hustler magazine. There's a sense of annoyance coming from him, his irritation was understandable, given how shitty the weather was.