08-22-2009, 04:02 PM
Travis couldnt hold in a little bit of a chuckle as the other girl came into the shop. Could he get any luckier today? Even the rain and the smell of death weren't bothering him anymore. He did note this and figured that feeling comfortable around death was a bad sign all together, but there were too many cleavage shots to be had, so he didn't think too much into it.
He had taken a good twenty some pictures for his own sake when a slap on the back of his head woke him up, shoving his eye hard into the back of the camera. The camera fell from his hands and would have surely shattered on the ground shouldn't have had it nicely strapped around the back of his neck. Rubbing the spot on where the camera had hit him, he turned to face his boss.
"What in gods name are you doing?" The large mustached man boomed.
"Taking pictures," He said truithfully.
"I can see that. I'm not paying you to take pictures of a cafe!" He yelled, his face getting reder by the second, "That films coming out of your paycheck."
"Oh come on!"
"Hey! Your lucky i dont fire you! Unless theres somthing damn newsworthy in that little shop then your paying for the pictures"
"Fine..." he sighed and went to put the camera in its case, taking his own smaller one out of his bag and hanging it around his neck.
"Good, now get out of my sight. Your done for today," The boss said and walked off.
"Yes siiir," Travis said with contempt when the man was out of sight. Sighing to himself and mourning the loss of his money, he turned his attention back to the cafe. Well, he had nothing better to do did he?
With little apprehension, Travis opened the door to the cafe and sat down in a booth getting it wet with his soping wet hooddy on.
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