Reggie

“Yeah, the only Slurpee flavors available are Cherry and Lime. No, we don't sell turkey hot dogs.” Heathers RP blog

[tired7eleven]

Would that be all?

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What? Questions? About the store or...?

Listen, if this is some sorta salubrity check I'll need t—

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Me? Now why would you wanna know stuff about me?

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sighs

Sure. Shoot. But make it quick, my shift's ending soon and I wasn't planning on doing any overtime.

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Uh, as you can read on the name tag, I go by Reggie, but my real name's Reginald. Reginald Steinmann.

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I'm 21, I go to Remington, and am studying electrical engineering. Not by choice, I can tell you that much. I wanted to go for something “simpler”, but my old folks wouldn't accept any career path that wasn't related to SMET or Medicine. Went with electrical engineering since it seemed doable enough. It sucks. But I guess I manage myself.

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It's whatever. At least I'm garanteed a good salary after I graduate. If I can find a decent job.

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You think I work at Sherwood's local 7-Eleven because I love this place? Hell no. I hate my job, plain and simple.

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I didn't exactly have a choice. I wanted to apply to some record stores, maybe a video store like Radio Shack, but no. My parents are determined to keep me away from music since they know that's my real passion. I needed to start saving money fast so I applied here knowing they were understaffed.

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The best part of the job? You're seriously asking after everything I just said? ... Fine. If I have to choose something, I'd say the employee discounts. I get cheap snacks for me and my bandmates so that's a plus.

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Right, didn't tell you. Yeah, I have a band. I'm lead guitarist. Parents don't know, though. So you better keep it between us.

Worst part is the clients, no doubt. You'd think the worst would be the drunks, junkies, or old creepy men... and some women too. But nah, highschoolers got me stressed each time they come by. They're loud, inconsiderate, it's clear they've never worked in customer service; or at all. They treat this place like their personal playground.

I have some special hatred for two regulars. Well, Smurfette isn't all that bad but her boyfriend? He spends too much time in here. Even before she started tagging along.

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Uh, yeah, she's always in blue so I call her like that. I call him Gargamel, if you care. I've never seen him without that long black trench coat. Hope they get bored and change hanging spots soon. If I find the supplies closet locked one more time I swear I'll call the cops and tell them some burglars broke in.

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Hm? Come again? ... Do I have a girlfriend? Is that like a part of your little questionnaire or...?

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Oh, uh, sorry, I'm just not interested in a relationship right now. Too much shit on my plate and all that, you know?

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No, no—! He clears his throat. I, uh, don't do casual stuff either... sorry.

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Right. Your total is $2.41.

Here's your receipt and— Oh, uh... Sure. I'll give you a call, I guess. Good luck with your project if it was even real to begin with.

Fuck, I talk too much.

List of important info about Reggie:

Full name: Reginald Milton Steinmann

He never mentions his second name because he despises it

He doesn't hate his first name but does prefer his nickname

Born in 1968 is currently (1989) 21 years old

Studies electrical engineering at Remington University because of his parent's wishes (demands)

Wanted to study music

To make up for it he's secretly a part of an underground garage band with some of his friends

Absolutely despises his job but he didn't have many options so he settled for it since he was on dire need to gain money

He had to start paying the installments for his guitar, which he bought on layaway

Has tinnitus due to attending concerts and gigs without earplugs

He began to take precautions after getting it though

He's aroace but doesn't know it is a thing so he just thinks something is wrong with him

Gets uncomfortable when people flirt or make advances at him

TW: Sexual Trauma When he was 19 he forced himself to have sex with a girl at a party thinking it would "fix him". The experience now remains as a very unpleasant and hurtful memory

His parents compare him to his older brother for as long as he can remember

Has depression but doesn't know it since it's "high-functioning" and well, it's 1989

He's always tired but barely sleeps, mostly due to his long shifts and late night studying. Somehow still makes time for band practice

His coffee addiction probably worsens his insomnia

Is very pessimistic and struggles to see the bigger picture

Often puts other's needs before his

Ok grades and an overall good student even if he dislikes his career

#1 JDronica hater for very valid reasons

Or Smurfette and Gargamel, as he calls them

He's really not unfriendly. In fact, he's overall very well mannered

He does curse a lot. Got told by his manager to watch out for it since it can upset some customers

Daily internal crash outs go brrrrr

Uuuuh random one but he hates pickles and has to fight the urge to gag whenever someone orders them on hot dogs

OOC

I won't be opening a main list. All Heathers rp blogs (movie or musical, doesn't matter) are welcome to interact. Feel free to ask him anything through the ask box.

I know in the movie the convenience store is called Snappy Snack Shack. So if you need him to be an employee there for an rp, I'm totally down. Otherwise, I will be treating the store as a 7-Eleven.

My face claim for Reggie is the actor Charlie McDermott. I've never seen any of his repertoire, sorry. I just searched for an average looking dude on Pinterest and went with him.

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[tired7eleven]

“Woah, hey, excuse me! Do you happen to know by any chance when you’ll be restocking the BQ Corn Nuts? My best friend not really my best friend is outside in the car and she’s waiting on me to bring her some BQ Corn Nuts because she’d rather use me as some fetch girl instead of getting out of the car to get them herself or even god forbid, go in with me and I know you don’t know her like I do, but, believe me, she will not settle for just plain.”

- @teenageangstbullshit

This shift had begun in a rush. It was the weekend, and Reggie was working the night shift, which meant there was a common denominator in most of the customers that dropped by: they were all going out. Be it a high school party, a collge party, a night out with their coworkers at a bar, or even with friends at the outskirts of town; doesn't matter, they all end up dropping by the nearest convinience store. And here in Sherwood, Ohio, that was the 7-Eleven.

People come by for a number of reasons. Some need to stock their booze for the night, often accompanied by bags of ice and juice. Others need simpler things, like a box of cigarrettes or a single energy drink. Then there were those in need to satiate a craving. Ice cream, chips, slushies, and basically any snack available, they all sell a lot and fast.

Taking these circumstances into consideration, the moment he heard someone on his left side ask about when the BQ Corn Nuts would be restocked, Reggie was ready to cut it short with a simple, "I'm sorry, I don't have that information." There was a line of 4 people he was currently attending to, a person had already asked for assistance on the third aisle, and he had an order of hot dogs to prepare. The lack of a specific flavor of Corn Nuts was the least of his concerns.

But, when he turned his head to speak to the client —without stopping his work—, he was surprised to see a familiar face. It was Smurfette. Or, well, that's how he calls her. He doesn't really know her name. The nickname came to him one day because of her particular way of dressing. She was always mostly wearing blue. Tonight didn't seemed to be the exception. Working at a convenience store as long as he has, you learn to identify the regulars.

Reggie noticed she sounds quite worried about the lack of BQ Corn Nuts. She did just told him the reason, her friend. Whoever she is, it sounds like Smurfette really doesn't want to upset her. As unfortunate as is it, Reggie can't help her, especially not now during rush hour.

"Sorry, can't say for sure. Won't be tonight, though. Probably tomorrow morning or the day after."

[tired7eleven]

It had been a particularly frustrating day for J.D. Another dreadfully mundane day at school and to make matters somehow even worse? he had been once again sent to Ms. Fleming's office earlier in the afternoon too.

So, a trip to 7-Eleven seemed almost inevitably in his future. He always went after school when he had the time, especially on days when Veronica was busy with the Heathers. He loved this place. There was almost no other place in the world he'd rather be when there was a 7-Eleven right there just down the corner.

It was the usual routine. Walk in, tap on the flavor list above the spout, almost like it's his sacred good luck charm and fill up his cup with a Slurpee, today his flavor of choice was lime. He rarely got lime, as he preferred cherry to it overall personally but, today sure did feel like a lime kind of day to him. He sat on the Slurpee counter lazily, legs dangling slightly, as he sucked his problems away one slurp of the slush at a time. A small smile on his face as he cringed from the pain. It was the good kind of pain though. The type that relived him.

He walked around the store a bit before heading up to the counter to pay for his Slurpee. Unshockingly to him, Reggie was working the counter today. At least he thinks that's his name? He wouldn't bother to remember if it wasn't on his name tag. Reggie didn't appear to like him very much, that was quite obvious as he spent so much time in the store and often left a mess in his wake and that didn't even begin to get into what had happened in the supply closet...

"Greetings and salutations." He said affably, leaning on the counter. "Seems you're the only one who works here half the time these days."

- @explosiveslurpeelover 💣🖤🥤

"Greetings and Salutations"? Was this always his go-to greeting? Reggie has heard him say it before, especially to his girlfriend whenever she makes an "unexpected" appearance here at the store. He thought it was just another one of his stupid ways of appearing as "cool and deep" in front of her. Seems it's not the case. Maybe he wants everyone to think that.

It's not like Reggie is surprised, he knows the dude is a bit of a prick. Only pricks would treat a store like their personal playground, inconsiderate of the fact employees have to deal with their mess. Messing with the Slurpee machine, overflowing its drip tray, playing "Catch the Snack" all by himself and not picking the treats from the floor, jumping over the counter to directly grab what he needs instead of asking, making his own hot dogs without the necessary assitance, and more!

He remembers the first time he saw him. Most would probably say he seemed fairly normal, but not Reggie. No, he knew he was trouble from the start. Not because of the trench coat he always wears, which would make anyone think he planned on robbing the place. This was also part of what earned him the nickname of "Gargamel", but that's besides the point. What rang alarm bells in Reggie's head was his odd... addiction? Inducing brain freezes as a past time is straight up nuts. What's worse is, it wasn't a one time thing. Every single time, he'll grab a Slurpee, give himself a fuck ton of brain freezes, messes around here and there if he's in the mood, pays, and leaves.

Today was no exception. Thankfuly, he didn't disturb that much, just walked around like he was taking a stroll before coming to pay for the Slurpee. Although, should Reggie really be thankful? Gargamel had never striked a real conversation with him, until now. Sure, they talked a bit more than usual when he helped Smurfette and him get the security footage of his nasty fall trying to do a cart wheel, but that was it. So, why? Why's he talking to Reggie? He has no intention of becoming even a little acquainted with the guy. He's weird, he pisses him off, and if he's honest with himself, he intimidates him. No trustworthy person acts like that.

Cautious yet falling into his friendly customer service voice by second nature, Reggie answers him, hoping the interaction is quick and free of the dude's oddity.

"You could say that, yeah. You're a regular so you probably figured by now we're understaffed. Not everyone wants to work at a 7-Eleven. Can't blame them."

[tired7eleven]

I want to make a heathers gimmick blog but have no ideas. Any ideas? What's already taken? :,)

OOC post:

Hiii! I have to be honest, I wouldn't say I'm the best person in the community to answer this. 😭 I've noticed I often don't know about the existence of blogs until a loooooong time later. 💀 As for ideas, right now what came to mind is making a blog for any of the non-teaching staff at Westerberg? Or even teaching staff. I've noticed we do have a big lack of teachers. There's only one Ms. Fleming blog (to my knowledge, ofc). So maybe that?

If anyone has any suggestions for Anon, feel free to comment them down below! ^^

[tired7eleven]

uhhhhh....can i get uhmmmm.........

your number ;)

heheh im so good at this look at me go

At first, Reggie thought this was just another case of the zombie type of customer, but what a surprise he got when the person before him switched from a seemingly brainless being to flirtatious like it was nothing.

He would’ve prefered to deal with the zombie type.

There’s nothing wrong with this, he’s well aware he’s the problem. All of his friends, family, and any normal human being out there, like flirting and getting advances from attractive people; or even those they don’t find attractive.

For some reason, he doesn’t. He’s tried, but no matter what, he has no interest in a relationship or even sex. What kind of man doesn’t like sex? Another reason for his parents to hate him and compare him to his brother. He already gave them a grandchild. Meanwhile, they’ve started suspecting Reggie of being gay. He’s not, believe him, he made sure to check that box too. How has he managed to be more of a freak than what’s already considered a freak?

Until he fixes whatever the problem is, he’ll just keep giving the same answer. It’s easier this way.

“You flatter me but uh, sorry. I’m just not looking for a relationship or anything. Focusing on my studies and all that. But thanks, I guess...”

“Anything I can actually help you with?”

[tired7eleven]

bro is fighting for his life to not get fired

“All accidents have got nothing to do with me, alright? Just wanna make that clear. They were just that, accidents. It just so happened to be one of my shifts each time, which, gotta say, most times it is. We’re understaffed.”

[tired7eleven]

what do you think about that trenchcoat kid who always buys slurpees

“Gargamel? He’s irritating and a bit of a weirdo. Whenever he drops by I know my day is ruined. Guy hangs around the store like he owns the place. He plays with the Slurpee machine and makes a fu— a mess he doesn’t clean, enters restricted areas— Dude even jumped over the the counter once to grab a box of cigs.”

“Haven’t even mentioned his brainfreeze addiction, I think that’s what it is. And how he turns into a bigger ass— uh, a nuisance, when his girlfriend comes with. The days he doesn’t show his face around here are my favorites.”

[tired7eleven]

you might want to put a lock on the supply closet...

“You say that as if it didn’t have one before. One day it disappeared into thin air, and the next day the incident happened. Why haven’t they bought a new one? Beats me.”

[tired7eleven]

have you seen what the trenchcoat kid did in the supply closet 😰

“Didn’t see, but I did hear.”

[tired7eleven]

Hey uhh u do turbo dogs?

Reggie turns around towards the customer, feeling confused for a second. No turkey hot dogs, but turbo hot dogs? That’s new, which he can appreciate.

“Sorry, don’t think we have those. Over there’s the menu with all the available hot dog toppings. Let me know if you wanna buy one.”

[tired7eleven]

Stares you dead in the eye while opening an unpaid for pack of crisps and munching on one

Reggie stares right back at the customer without blinking. After some seconds, he casually moves to the shelf closest to the exit, conveniently rearraging its contents.

[urfavefoughtgodina711parkinglot]

Jason Dean from Heathers fought God in a 711 parking lot!

[tired7eleven]

“Tell me something new.”

[tired7eleven]

accidently breaks the slushie machine and rans off

Reggie's eyes followed the customer as they darted out the door. At first, he thought it was another shoplifter taking some chips, but then he noticed the trail of red and green liquid and snapped his head towards the Slurpee machine with a horrified look.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He muttered while sprinting to the back to grab buckets, cloths, a mop, and anything that could help with the mess. Of course this happens when his manager isn’t here, which she rarely is.”

“Shit, shit, shit!” He frantically tried to move the two levers but there was no use. They were both not only broken, but stuck. A mess of Slurpee kept accumulating at his feet. Realizing there was no use in trying to stop it, he turned to grab two buckets. However, he was too quick and ended up slipping onto the cold, slimy floor.

It seemed like the steady stream of frozen sugary hell would pour for infinity. But of course, there was an end. When the contents of the machine were reduced to nothing but drops, there layed Reggie on the immense lake of shame. His ego battered and bruised, his uniform soaked with the nauseating saccharin substance, and a garanteed knee problem in his future from that nasty fall.

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[tired7eleven]

Why are there only Cherry and Lime slurpees?.. Did some kid chug the other flavors, or are you just out? Sorry if the question’s too bothersome.

“I’d be pretty worried if a kid chugged down bottles of syrup like that. Customers aren't allowed in the supplies closet anyway.” But some find their way in...

“Your guess is as good as mine. They don’t give that information to us but uh, I can think of a few reasons. Maybe those two flavors are the most cost-efficient to stock. Wouldn't say they're both the most popular, though. Cherry flavor always runs out long before lime. They could buy a bigger machine to add more flavors but that’ll cost them. It’s not like they don’t have the money, but uh, you know.”

“If you ask me, I’m ok with only refilling the same two flavors. If they ever change them I’ll have extra work. Cleaning those fuc– ma-machines takes time.”

“So yeah, those are my best guesses... Please don’t tell my manager anything I said.”

[tired7eleven]

WHAT FLAVORS OF SLURPEE ARE THERE??? DO YOU SELL TURKEY DOGS????

When will people learn how to read? It’s always the same 2 questions too! The Slurpee machine says it on all caps and it's color coded: “CHERRY”, “LIME”!

You’ll never guess what’s next to those words to help their kindergarten levels of reading comprehension... A cherry and a lime! What else do they need?

And the hot dogs... THERE’S A FUCKING SIGN RIGHT ON TOP OF THE MACHINE THAT READS: “TURKEY HOT DOGS NOT AVAILABLE”! HE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW SO MANY PEOPLE LIKED THOSE UNTIL HE STARTED WORKING HERE! GODDAM—!

Ok, he needs to calm down. He’s an adult, he’s working. The client asked a question and he just gotta answer it. Probably for the millionth time.

“We offer cherry and lime Slurpee and unfortunately no, we don’t sell turkey hot dogs. I can get you a regular hot dog right away if you want.”

Nice, Reggie.

[tired7eleven]

Can you put up a no making in the 7-Eleven sign or something? PLEASE?

Reggie frowns, confused by the request. It sounds like nonsense.

“A ‘No making in the 7-Eleven’ …? No making what? I’m confused.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway. I can’t just put up random signs without my manager’s approval so, sorry but no.”

[tired7eleven]

*steals 67 bags of chips(

He watches as the person tries and fails to run away with all those bags of chips. In what world would that have worked? He lets out a tired groan and starts to pick up all the fallen bags. Some were stolen, sure, but most were now scattered all over the store’s floor and outside too. On top of that, he now has to follow the “robbery protocol” even if this could barely count as a successful robbery.

Fuck his life, man.