Obnoxious, cheap, irrational and hungry. Got it.
“How can I help ya, love birds?” She chews the gum with her mouth wide open, blowing out a bubble till it pops.
“You have clothes?” Doll asks enthusiastically.
I definitely can’t control her enough in public. Which is understandable, she’s overstimulated by all this.
The woman looks around her store and arches a tattooed brow “Well, duh?”
Also insensitive. What a delight she is.
“Then you better own some that are worth standing in your presence.” my voice snaps her gaze back to me.
Recognition sparks in her eyes as she gasps “Mr.Clayton? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to b-“ I raise my hand and she seals her mouth shut.
Finally.
I put a hand on Doll’s waist, urging her towards a rack of clothes. “Choose whatever you like.” she nods and touches the clothes hesitantly.
I scan the store, as usual no cameras and her drawer is busted. She has been stolen before.
I walk to the end of the store, no I pull the beaded curtains aside. The small storage room has a dark brown armchair and a table beside it. Cigarettes scatter around as the ashes mix with the dust. A moth wing glistens and I smirk.
I feel a presence behind me and I know it’s the woman.
“Do you need something from here?”
“No, I won’t ever need cheap ashes. But, it’syouwho needs something.” I step on a burnt cigarette on the ground as I turn to face her.
“I-I do need another dose of Nocta.”
I narrow my eyes.
She grabs her purse, pulling out a few cash bills frantically as she holds them up to me. “I swear those are all the cash I have currently, will that be enough?”
I scoff, shaking my head “you think I need those pathetic bills? You’re the desperate one here.” I take out Nocta from my coat inner pocket, holding it up between us. Her eyes follow it, transfixed as her pupils dilate.
She nods slowly “is there any way I can pay you?” Her voice lowers seductively. As if her breath alone doesn’t bother me.
I fight my grimace as I look at her up and down “you’re delusional, I’m not looking for cheap meat.” taking the cash bills from her and start heading outside the storage room.
“Wait! Please, I would do anything.”
That was too easy.
I stop, my back facing her as I look at my Doll. How she is so focused on the fabric textures.
“Actually there is something I want you to do.” I speak over my shoulder
“Anything.”
I throw the Nocta on the ground beside my leg “Crawl. to. it.”
She lowers to the ground and starts crawling slowly, scared I would refuse if she reached too easily.
I let her keep crawling as I walk towards my Doll, taking the clothes she has been touching the longest then holding her hand in mine as she looks at the crawling woman confused.
“Animal?”
