Happy birthday, Kopperblaze!
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turpsIt's kopperblaze 's birthday. Someone who's all kinds of awesome and an excellent friend ♥
K, I wanted to write something for you, but as you know I've been kind of busy, so the best I can do is a ridiculous ficlet. I hope it still makes you smile. Set in your Lush universe.
Mikey's hiding out at the back of the store when Brian looks around the door and says, "You. On the shop floor, now."
"I'm busy," Mikey says, and proves that by shuffling a few bottles of Flying Fox into a new arrangement, one that conveniently hides Mikey's magazine and take out mug of fresh coffee. "Tell Ray to go serve. He likes it."
Brian waits a few moments and then says, "You've got five seconds. If you're not on the shop floor by then you're on opening duties for the next week, and you're uncrating all of the new stock of glitter bath bombs."
It's a significant threat, and Mikey's got no intention of losing sleep or ending up covered with glitter. With a loud sigh he straightens his apron as he mournfully eyes his coffee before heading out to the shop floor. Why, Mikey's not sure, with both Frank and Ray working there should be plenty of sales staff, especially as, at first glance the shop appears empty. Giving Brian a questioning look, Mikey checks again, and sees, at the side of the counter, someone -- or something, Mikey's unsure if he's seeing a person or a particularly bedraggled black bear -- backing away from a display of bubblebath bars as if they're about to cause physical harm.
"He came in a few minutes ago, go do your whatever-the-fuck it is you do," Brian says, waving his fingers in the air like some kind of demented magician before clapping Mikey hard on the back. "He needs help, and you're the man to do it."
"Fine," Mikey mutters, plastering on his best I-don't-give-a-fuck-but-will-design-to-help-you expression as he intercepts the man as he starts to bolt for the door. "You need to condition your hair, come with me."
The man glares at Mikey, says, "I do not use conditioner."
Mikey wants to say, 'I can tell. Do you even use shampoo?' but he's not about to throw stones about hair that's coated with grease. Plus, if this guy doesn't want hair care Mikey can go hide out of sight and finish his coffee. Except, when he turns, about to make his escape, Brian's handling a sparkly bath bomb in a sinister fashion.
Another sigh, and Mikey goes in for the kill. "You need Hair Doctor, I'll go get you a tub."
Without waiting for an answer, Mikey grabs a tub of Hair Doctor and on impulse, the biggest bottle of Rehab, ideally wondering if he should suggest it could be used on the man's moth eaten and frankly, disgusting fur coat.
"I told you," the man says, pulling his coat -- cape/bearskin/whatever -- tighter around him. "I do not use such things."
"You can start now." Mikey's not about to back down, especially when he can see that with a little care and attention the man will have beautiful dark curls. "Wash your hair tonight and use the treatment. Not too much though, a little goes a long way."
"You are as relentless as a White Walker," the man says, but at least he's taking the bottle and tub, holding them both clasped to his chest. "I must go now."
"Not yet." Mikey stares at the man, and while he doesn't care about his customers, this one has a dull complexion and flakes of dry skin on his lips, while the skin on one hand is so dry and cracked it's painful to see. "You need to see Ray."
Mikey doesn't yell, just leans against a table of soaps, resting his back on a huge block of Rock Star and waits for Ray to appear. Which he does, like he's been hovering out of sight, just waiting for his chance to talk skin care and help out a customer.
"Hi, I'm Ray." Ray holds out his hand, smile bright and remaining cheerful when the man refuses to shake. "Okay, how can I help you....."
A long pause, and then the man reluctantly says. "My name is Jon Snow," while scowling at Ray, as if daring him to make some kind of comment.
"Nice to meet you, Jon." Ray keeps smiling, taking in what Jon's holding. "I see Mikey's set you up with some haircare, and it looks like you need some moisturiser for your skin, too. What do you use at the moment?"
"I use nothing," Jon says, but as Ray turns toward the skin care counter he adds, "Sometimes I rub hog fat onto my face."
"Hog fat, that's...." Ray trails off, looking at Mikey as if begging him to step in. "I've never heard of that brand before."
Jon's frown deepens, as if he's talking to a particularly stupid child. "You cut a hog's throat. You butcher and cook it. You scoop up the cold fat and rub it into your skin."
His grin fading, Ray takes a step back, almost knocking over one of the bowls of water used for samples. "That sounds....interesting. Perhaps I can interest you in something less time consuming to prepare. Dream Cream is our best seller and...."
It's a spiel Mikey's heard often, and he's about to drift away when Ray's cut off in mid sentence, visibly jumping when Frank runs into the shop and yells, "Holy fuck, there's a wolf outside of the shop!" something that results in Jon pulling a sword from under his coat and slicing through a display chunk of Sexy Peel soap.
His heart thundering, Mikey pulls his phone from out of his apron pocket and takes some quick photos. The cut soap, Ray's horrified expression, the back of Jon's straggly coat as he stalks out the door.
Mikey saves them all and sends a quick text to Gerard and Pete Ray nearly decapitated by a sword wielding bear man. Bring coffee.. then watches as Brian runs out of the door and Ray sits down with a thump on the floor.
Sometimes, working at Lush isn't boring at all.
kopperblaze 's birthday. Someone who's all kinds of awesome and an excellent friend ♥K, I wanted to write something for you, but as you know I've been kind of busy, so the best I can do is a ridiculous ficlet. I hope it still makes you smile. Set in your Lush universe.
Mikey's hiding out at the back of the store when Brian looks around the door and says, "You. On the shop floor, now."
"I'm busy," Mikey says, and proves that by shuffling a few bottles of Flying Fox into a new arrangement, one that conveniently hides Mikey's magazine and take out mug of fresh coffee. "Tell Ray to go serve. He likes it."
Brian waits a few moments and then says, "You've got five seconds. If you're not on the shop floor by then you're on opening duties for the next week, and you're uncrating all of the new stock of glitter bath bombs."
It's a significant threat, and Mikey's got no intention of losing sleep or ending up covered with glitter. With a loud sigh he straightens his apron as he mournfully eyes his coffee before heading out to the shop floor. Why, Mikey's not sure, with both Frank and Ray working there should be plenty of sales staff, especially as, at first glance the shop appears empty. Giving Brian a questioning look, Mikey checks again, and sees, at the side of the counter, someone -- or something, Mikey's unsure if he's seeing a person or a particularly bedraggled black bear -- backing away from a display of bubblebath bars as if they're about to cause physical harm.
"He came in a few minutes ago, go do your whatever-the-fuck it is you do," Brian says, waving his fingers in the air like some kind of demented magician before clapping Mikey hard on the back. "He needs help, and you're the man to do it."
"Fine," Mikey mutters, plastering on his best I-don't-give-a-fuck-but-will-design-to-help-you expression as he intercepts the man as he starts to bolt for the door. "You need to condition your hair, come with me."
The man glares at Mikey, says, "I do not use conditioner."
Mikey wants to say, 'I can tell. Do you even use shampoo?' but he's not about to throw stones about hair that's coated with grease. Plus, if this guy doesn't want hair care Mikey can go hide out of sight and finish his coffee. Except, when he turns, about to make his escape, Brian's handling a sparkly bath bomb in a sinister fashion.
Another sigh, and Mikey goes in for the kill. "You need Hair Doctor, I'll go get you a tub."
Without waiting for an answer, Mikey grabs a tub of Hair Doctor and on impulse, the biggest bottle of Rehab, ideally wondering if he should suggest it could be used on the man's moth eaten and frankly, disgusting fur coat.
"I told you," the man says, pulling his coat -- cape/bearskin/whatever -- tighter around him. "I do not use such things."
"You can start now." Mikey's not about to back down, especially when he can see that with a little care and attention the man will have beautiful dark curls. "Wash your hair tonight and use the treatment. Not too much though, a little goes a long way."
"You are as relentless as a White Walker," the man says, but at least he's taking the bottle and tub, holding them both clasped to his chest. "I must go now."
"Not yet." Mikey stares at the man, and while he doesn't care about his customers, this one has a dull complexion and flakes of dry skin on his lips, while the skin on one hand is so dry and cracked it's painful to see. "You need to see Ray."
Mikey doesn't yell, just leans against a table of soaps, resting his back on a huge block of Rock Star and waits for Ray to appear. Which he does, like he's been hovering out of sight, just waiting for his chance to talk skin care and help out a customer.
"Hi, I'm Ray." Ray holds out his hand, smile bright and remaining cheerful when the man refuses to shake. "Okay, how can I help you....."
A long pause, and then the man reluctantly says. "My name is Jon Snow," while scowling at Ray, as if daring him to make some kind of comment.
"Nice to meet you, Jon." Ray keeps smiling, taking in what Jon's holding. "I see Mikey's set you up with some haircare, and it looks like you need some moisturiser for your skin, too. What do you use at the moment?"
"I use nothing," Jon says, but as Ray turns toward the skin care counter he adds, "Sometimes I rub hog fat onto my face."
"Hog fat, that's...." Ray trails off, looking at Mikey as if begging him to step in. "I've never heard of that brand before."
Jon's frown deepens, as if he's talking to a particularly stupid child. "You cut a hog's throat. You butcher and cook it. You scoop up the cold fat and rub it into your skin."
His grin fading, Ray takes a step back, almost knocking over one of the bowls of water used for samples. "That sounds....interesting. Perhaps I can interest you in something less time consuming to prepare. Dream Cream is our best seller and...."
It's a spiel Mikey's heard often, and he's about to drift away when Ray's cut off in mid sentence, visibly jumping when Frank runs into the shop and yells, "Holy fuck, there's a wolf outside of the shop!" something that results in Jon pulling a sword from under his coat and slicing through a display chunk of Sexy Peel soap.
His heart thundering, Mikey pulls his phone from out of his apron pocket and takes some quick photos. The cut soap, Ray's horrified expression, the back of Jon's straggly coat as he stalks out the door.
Mikey saves them all and sends a quick text to Gerard and Pete Ray nearly decapitated by a sword wielding bear man. Bring coffee.. then watches as Brian runs out of the door and Ray sits down with a thump on the floor.
Sometimes, working at Lush isn't boring at all.
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Date: 2013-05-12 02:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-12 06:56 am (UTC)Krisi is all about Jon Snow just now, so I figured I'd shoe horn him into a Lush shop somehow *g*
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Date: 2013-05-12 08:53 pm (UTC)Jon snow at lush! Too fucking brilliant. And I love that Mikey's first instinct is to take pics with his phone. Just...so much love. I shall be rolling around in this universe all night now and it'll make my life better :D
Though I can't decide if I want Jon to go back to westeros and have everybody envy his luscious locks and glowing skin and soft hands, or if I want Lindsey to adopt him and be the mum he never haaaaaad. It would be very angry. But also fluffy. Ghost would be frank's new BFF ( who is taller than frank but what else is new?)
Lots of hugs and love your way. Thank you for being so amazing <3333333
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Date: 2013-05-25 02:30 pm (UTC)I want Jon to be adopted by Lindsey, and then to go back to Westeros when he's all buffed up and polished. No more being lost and lonely, just him knowing he's got a new family, and shiny hair :D