"No, that's hideous. What wasn't clear about that the first time?" Percy was definitely undercaffeinated, and his pop-up shop wasn't going as smoothly as he planned. He had gotten back to Rosewood just a few days ago after a few weeks in Paris and he was trying not to be a snob. But the summer staff he had hired barely knew their right from left. "Hey does anyone want a job? Everyone here is fired!" He stepped outside and patted his pockets for his cigarettes. "God, I've become a bitch, haven't I? Or do bitches just have high standards?"
Stifler was helping his mom out in running a few errands for her, picking up a dress she had custom made or something while she focused on the club's busy season. Garment bag over his shoulder, he was headed back to his car when a bit of commotion from one of the other stores caught his attention, and out came Percy Finch. Most days he would've been pissed to see Percy, like a bad omen for how the rest of his week would go, but watching him have a melt down outside what he now assumed was his store was hilarious. "Diva down," he called out, grin stretching across his features as he moved closer to the building. "Nah you've always been a bitch, it's not even a new thing. The fuck was that about, somebody fold one of your mesh shirts wrong?"
