everygeniushashisweakness
"Gilly, how many times do I have to tell you; we don't sell marajuana here. I don't care how bad your glau-whatever is."
The old woman standing (wobbling) at the front desk made a face, wrinkled lips pulling at the corners before parting. She looked confused, wisps of grey hair shaking as she looked at Delphia, to the money in her hand and then back again. The clerk, whose usually blank face had taken on a rather annoyed twist, bent forward and down towards Gilly, angling her head to whisper into the elderly woman's ears. "Come back later for God's sake. You'll make me lose my license."
It took a moment, but eventually Gilly's watery blue eyes widened and she nodded, shakily putting the roll of money back into her coat pocket before walking (shuffling) off. Delphia barely glanced at the person who had stood behind Gilly; merely gave a beckoning flick of her wrist and mumbled "next please," expecting the items to be placed under her nose. When that didn't happen she made a noise at the back of her throat, knuckles rapping against the desk in annoyance as she looked up.
"Are you fucking deaf? I said 'next please'."