![]() A miniature direct holo line to the 'Post-Dated Check Loan'? What in hell?" As the Shop Owner stared incredulously at Xander, the teenager tried to explain. "You left this behind." The shop owner handed Xander a small round device. "Young man! Hold on a moment!" "I knew it was too good to be true." Xander thought as he turned around. He got about halfway to the door when the owner called him back. "I don't ever want to see them again." Xander didn't question his good luck, he simply grabbed the costumes and started to leave. I don't have all that much money though." "You can have the bloody things." The Owner dumped the packages on the counter. "Look, I was going to just buy a toy gun and go as a soldier but I think I might be able to patch something together with some things I have at home. I don't even know who these ponces are." "Yeah, I noticed." Xander nodded, then he started his pitch. "Uh, I couldn't help over-hearing your problem." Xander began, "I was just wondering, are those what I think they are?" "A Captain Kaff Tagon costume and a Sergeant Schlock costume." The Owner replied, "Both ruined. Making his decision, he walked over to the owner and started talking. Thinking it over, Xander figured he could probably use an off color Startrek shirt he owned to replace the ruined one. The second costume consisted of a pair of military boots, a badly stained orange velour shirt with gold trim, a set of grey slacks and some shiny futuristic doodads. A ripped up pile of cloth that Xander first took for a large pile of animal waste sat next to a very familiar looking toy gun. "Why? You bloody well, sent me damaged goods, that's why!" Sensing the possibility of a bargain, Xander eased over to take a look at the costumes in question. I'm not paying for these costumes." The owner was yelling into the phone. "Oh great, there goes my costume." As he looked through store trying to find something suitable, he noticed the owner of the store speaking angrily into the phone. Halloween, 1997 Ethan Rayne's Costume shop Xander growled as a kid grabbed the last toy gun from the bargain bin. DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING AND NO ONE IN THIS STORY EXCEPT THE STORY ITSELF.
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