closed for @innocentcurse
Sky had only worked a couple shifts at Tunes so far, and yet he had a growing feeling that perhaps his coworker was running out of patience with him. And to be fair, this was a completely reasonable attitude to have considering that for the third shift in a row, Sky was visibly struggling with the consequences of one too many beers the night before, avoiding the light as best he could and, when asked to complete a task, doing it at the speed of a sloth and a snail’s love child - or not finishing it at all. Right now, for instance, he was idly sorting out the Rolling Stones vinyl section into chronological album order - or rather, flipping the records back and forth to make it look like he was working rather than wishing he were in bed. “Do you have any Tylenol?” The question was aimed slightly pathetically at Lucien, even though Sky sensed perhaps he was on thin ice, running too close to making himself officially the most annoying colleague possible. “Or- anything, I don’t know….”