location; dick’s sporting goods
tagged; @devilthcghts·
Go to the sporting goods store and pick up a gift for your cousin’s birthday party. It should have been such a simple task to complete, but by the time Devin had a wad of cash in hand and had made her way over to the mall, all bets were off. Instead of going right in and getting what they needed, Devin had quickly gotten sidetracked. Four stores later, Devin had spent most of the money her parents had given her for a gift, leaving her with a paltry sum to try and get a decent gift for her cousin’s kid.Â
It was getting pretty close to closing at that point, her side adventures eating through the day as she got lost in the aisles of the entertainment superstore. Time, though, held little meaning for Devin and she didn’t notice at all that she was cutting it close. After a bit of browsing and still with no idea what to get the kid, Devin found her way over to an aisle filled with a bunch of cute looking kickballs. They were the cheapest thing she’d found so far, though still a little outside of what budget she had leftover.Â
Luckily for Devin, right at the bottom of the pile of kickballs was a box marked down on sale that squeaked in just under the amount of money she had left. Without thinking about it for a second, she grabbed the box and pulled it out, her eyes widening with horror when the realization struck that every other box sitting on top of it was now tumbling down on top of her. The tower of boxes fell with a loud clatter, Devin herself now standing in the middle of the mountain of kickballs. “Well, that didn’t work as planned,” she mumbled to herself, shifting to try and extract herself from the mess.
Closing shifts meant time in the morning for Skylar to do her errands, enjoy the sights during her run, and give herself time to breathe before she dove head-first into work. Restocking the whole store was part of the closing checklist, ensuring every shelf was up to par and nothing was ever low. She relished in keeping herself busy, doing the most minuscule tasks that even the upper management wouldn’t think of.
In the midst of restocking a nearby shelf when she heard a small thud that turned into multiple thuds, kickballs rolling past her feet, Skylar turned her attention to the other woman standing in the midst of the mess. As ridiculous as this seemed, it wasn’t even the most ridiculous part of the day, and if anything, she found it slightly humorous. The deer in highlights look was the highlight.Â
“Oh sweetheart,” Skylar greeted with the faintest hint of a smirk, hurrying to the edge of the kickball mountain. The brunette seemed impressionable, like she was eager to please, and so Skylar would use that to her advantage. “Having a good day, aren’t we?” She inquired, studious eyes burning a hole through the other woman with the goal of making her feel uncomfortable. “You are going to stay here and put all of the balls back where they belong. Leave no stone unturned.”