"Fuck my life", thought José as he trudged up the stairs to finally take a lunch. The day had been rotten since the moment he clocked in. Two cashiers, a door greeter, one member services associate, and the freezer cooler associate had all called in. The opening COS he was taking over for told him the delightful news that breaks were an hour behind and left.
For the past 5 and a half hours he'd hustled between assisting member services, running cold go backs, grabbing item numbers for clothing because he'd had to put a very displeased Sara on door duty to cover the gap there, and helping cafe get their line under control. He was ready to get in the breakroom, hunker over a table with his sketchpad, and escape into his art. Chris, his fellow COS, had finally escaped a register long enough to give him a 30 minute reprieve. He was already mulling over what he wanted to draw before he'd even reached the time clock.
While he would have preferred alone time, he wasn't the only occupant. Mariah and Kayla were chatting in the seating area about Kayla's latest fling. Jackie was at a table with Andrea and Donald, talking about getting together for a game of Dungeons and Dragons with her brother.
He supposed if he had to share the space, these were the best people to do it with. Kayla lived to give him shit, but he enjoyed their verbal sparring. He could usually count on her outrageous behavior to make the day a bit more tolerable. He got on well with Mariah, so much that they joked about being work spouses. She was also reliable and because she had briefly been a fellow COS, she could understand the frustrations and provide backup in a pinch.
He hadn't known Jackie as long as the other two, and she wasn't as open, but she had slowly started to reveal more. Hearing her swear for the first time had been a real shock, and her crack about being a willing virgin sacrifice to Cthulhu...He was surprised he hadn't choked, it was so unexpected. Her knack for getting Plus and Credit meant that as much as everything else was a garbage fire, at least management wasn't riding him about numbers today.
José had just finished the rough outline when he realized someone was talking to him. "Hey, José?", Jackie said tentatively. "What's up?", he replied, glancing up at her briefly before returning his gaze to the page in front of him. "Were you serious about being interested in trying D and D?". He was about to reply when Kayla interjected, "José, you haven't played D and D? As dorky as you are?", ending with a half laugh.
Before Kayla could throw in more barbs or he could counter with some quips of his own, Jackie admonished, "Don't be mean to José." The roast halted for now, José took a minute to consider. Rubbing the back of his neck, he mumbled, "Yeah, I guess. We can plan something later." Issue decided, he resumed drawing. He let the conversations around him become but a hum as he surrendered to the art. When it was time to clock back in, he felt reinvigorated. José couldn't say for certain how much of that feeling was thanks to drawing or to his lunch companions.
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Jackie was beyond bored. Thanks to the monthly birthday luncheon, she was covering the entrance door indefinitely. She understood that someone had to do the job, and that Chris was limited on options. He was an ok kid who'd graduated with her brother, and normally she didn't have issues with him, but today she was silently cursing him because what had felt like two hours had in fact only been thirty seven minutes.
The radio wasn't loud enough to hear, so she'd tried entertaining herself by using her memory as a radio. By this point she'd already "listened" to Voices Carry, Rebel Yell, Enjoy the Silence, Head Over Heels, and had just started Cheap Trick's cover of Don't Be Cruel when she overheard on the walkie that the managers had been delayed and the lunch hadn't even started.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!", she mentally seethed. Jackie seldom got angry, but she had to admit that she could get irritated a touch too easily. Fortunately, it was usually short lived and only meant she scowled and thought mean things and maybe swore. She granted herself five minutes to hate the world, reminded herself that unforeseen issues arise and getting upset did nothing but raise her blood pressure, and resolved to make the best of it. That meant it was time to daydream.
In between the smiling welcomes/hello's/good afternoons/let me get you a sticker for that return, she retreated into her fantasy. She was perched on the edge of a countertop, head tilted to the side, one hand behind her for support. Voice actor Ian Sinclair was standing between her thighs, lavishing her neck with teasing kisses and gentle nips, his stubble contrasting with the softness of his lips. Her free hand had threaded through his hair, while both his had found their way to her lower back to pull her firmly against him. Ian's fingers had just eased under the waistband of her jeans, his mouth now at her collar bone, tongue tracing the dips and ridges-