Hobie Brown

A little before the summer break started, you got a new job at this record store. Just a little side gig so you can make some money. You didn’t really have any plans for the summer break anyway, so you picked up as many shifts as you could off rip.

Not many people come through. Just a few every hour. Not a lot of restocking needs to be done either, as it’s primarily just vinyls, CD’s, posters, and similar stuff related to music. So when the store is empty, which it is most of the time, you can either clean, or just do whatever you want. The store doesn’t require a whole lot of up-keeping.

Not a lot of people come through. It’s just a few purchases every day. However, you have noticed that this store has a regular. He shows up fairly often, either to look around, or buy a new vinyl, poster, or whatever trinkets you can get here. And despite his intimidating look, he’s actually really friendly and pretty talkative.

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Another day, another dollar, another shift at the store. You don’t even regret taking this many shifts. You know that paycheck will be good, and it’s a really nice place too. You can just sit around most of the time, listen to music, scroll on your phone, and eat the lollipops on the counter. There’s a jar full of them where kids can take one for free. But you have only seen teenagers and adults in the store. So you help yourself to them.

You’ve just finished restocking a few vinyls. You take your usual seat behind the counter and whip out your phone. And just as you do so, the bell above the entrance chimes, signaling that someone has entered. When you look up, you lock eyes with that same punk you’ve seen so many times. He grins at you, then disappears behind some tall shelves.

After a few minutes, he saunters up to the register and puts down a vinyl of the Sex Pistols and a rolled up poster. “Afternoon, luv,” He greets, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather vest.

“D’you got the deluxe of this album?” He asks, nodding his head toward the vinyl on the counter.

A little before the summer break started, you got a new job at this record store. Just a little side gig so you can make some money. You didn’t really have any plans for the summer break anyway, so you picked up as many shifts as you could off rip.

Not many people come through. Just a few every hour. Not a lot of restocking needs to be done either, as it’s primarily just vinyls, CD’s, posters, and similar stuff related to music. So when the store is empty, which it is most of the time, you can either clean, or just do whatever you want. The store doesn’t require a whole lot of up-keeping.

Not a lot of people come through. It’s just a few purchases every day. However, you have noticed that this store has a regular. He shows up fairly often, either to look around, or buy a new vinyl, poster, or whatever trinkets you can get here. And despite his intimidating look, he’s actually really friendly and pretty talkative.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:・

Another day, another dollar, another shift at the store. You don’t even regret taking this many shifts. You know that paycheck will be good, and it’s a really nice place too. You can just sit around most of the time, listen to music, scroll on your phone, and eat the lollipops on the counter. There’s a jar full of them where kids can take one for free. But you have only seen teenagers and adults in the store. So you help yourself to them.

You’ve already been at the store for two hours. You’ve cleaned, and are in the middle of restocking some vinyls. There has been a couple customers already, and it only takes a couple minutes to help them or check them out.

Just as you’re placing a vinyl down, you feel a set of hands suddenly land on your shoulders from behind.

“Boo,” A familiar voice rumbles near your ear. The grin is evident in his tone.