Just a Big City Girl Living in a Small Town World [Riley]

She heard the door bell chime of someone coming in, and sighed heavily as she ran the cold water over the arm that had met with the stove. It wasn’t as bad as she first thought, so she would probably get to keep the arm. She would need to wrap it though.
Just then, someone came busting through the doors. She looked up, startled; and then realized it was the customer who had just walked in most likely.
“I’m sorry sir, I’ll be up in just a min-“
She wasn’t speaking very loudly over the sound of the faucet, so she didn’t get a chance to finish before he was asking if she was alright. As he lay his hand on her shoulder, she suddenly came to the realization that she knew him; he was the metal handed man from the bar. She blushed; she certainly hadn’t wanted their second meeting to be like this. She had tried going to the bar almost every night to try and catch him, but he had never shown again. It’s like she had spooked him or something. She giggled at the realization, hoping he would t think she was crazy.
“I’m alright, just burned myself a little. I’ll be fine; just need to put some ointment on and wrap it. Probably won’t even feel it by morning.” She turned the faucet off and grab a towel to dry it, dabbing at it instead of rubbing. She glanced up to him with a smile.
“Thank you though, sir. You don’t remember me do you?”

She couldn't help but giggle and bop his nose with her fingertips.
"You still owe me a drink you know, licking mine you spilled off my boobs did not count."
She laughed again, throwing her head back causing her breasts to bounce a little in their holder as she did. She was darling, though, definitely flirty. She knew what she wanted though, which was why she always got it. As he started going on about his mother, she wondered if she'd ever get to meet her. She hadn't known her actual mother, so it would be interesting to see what kind of mother he would have...she blushed at the thought, she was getting ahead of herself. Her dad hadn't even known that she'd run into this guy at a bar, it wasn't like he was going to let her marry him overnight. Unless...No, this wasn't Vegas, and there weren't plans from here to Vegas. By the time they got there, it would be morning. Besides, the guy wasn't drunk enough to marry her without knowing her...and she barely knew him. She found him cute and intriguing, but did she really want that to be all?
Pulled from her fantasy she looked to him again, an O expression on her face.
"Oh! Right, aspirin."
Wincing slightly as she pulled her arm away, she glanced down at it. It was pretty bad looking. Heading to the employee bathroom, she started digging through the medicine cabinet, and frowned when something fell out of behind one of the pill bottles. At first, it looked to her like a dead roach, and so disgusted, she went to pick it up. Instead, she realized...it was a bag of weed.
She recoiled at first, but then thought back to her college days. And she would need to show employees some discipline. Snatching it up, she stuffed it in her bra, for safe keeping. She winced again as she stood up to look for the aspirin. Finally finding it, she frowned. It was expired. Defeated, she snatched it and headed back toward the man, but not before checking her hair and fixing her lipstick.

"It's expired, is that okay?"
She paused for a moment as she handed it to him, thinking she heard the door ringing.
"Let me go close up, people will understand, hopefully I don't cause a riot by closing the 24 hour coffee shop."
She smiled weakly to him, still wondering what his mother must be like. She must be proud of him. She headed to the front room, over to the cash drawer. Counting everything, taking her tips, divvying it all out. She reached for a paper and pen, Writing it out on the paper-her workers knew what to do. After counting the drawer, she went and locked the door from the inside and on one piece of paper scrawled "Closed for Emergency-Sorry!" and taped it to the door.
She headed back to the register, taking out her tips...sighing as it only amounted to five dollars, that's how slow of a night it was. She took it out in ones; the crisp new ones that didn't look like someone had wiped their ass with them. Finishing writing out the tip total, she added at the bottom-
"And by the way, if this bag belongs to you; then you're fired. As signed in the employee handbook; NO SMOKING AT WORK!"
She paused though, scratching out the you're fired into please come see me. It sounded less harsh. None the less, there was no time like the present, and she'd be stuck with the guy here for a bit to see if the aspirin cast worked, either that or go to the hospital.
Flattening out the ones, she emptied the bag onto two of them; there really wasn't much left. It was done up with a hair tie, which was completely unsanitary. If anyone confessed, then she'd have to show them how to properly contain their weed. She rolled them, licked it to seal them...and then kissed it. It was just the way the sorority girls did it. She rolled the second one, doing the same thing. Smiling at how perfect they were, she tucked them between her breasts for safe keeping. Surely he wouldn't mind another peek? She shrugged. She must've been up too long by now, and was getting a bit ahead of herself...She needed to keep it cool or SHE would be the creepy one. She marched to the back, and grabbing a knife out of the block stabbed the note with the hair tie and bag to the bulletin board. Smiling all the while as she took the butcher knife, brought it behind her head, and stabbed the wall with it-going all the way through the bulletin board and into the wall behind.
She turned, smiling completely innocently, and walked back over to where the man stood.
"Did it work?"
She blushed, flustered again, almost shy even. She hadn't realized that they hadn't exchanged names until now, they had just called each other sexy and cold hands at the bar.
"I'm Clairese, by the way."
She pouted a moment.
"And before you go all Hannibal Lecter on me, yes, I hear that line ALLLL the damn time."