Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-28578706-20180615183802/@comment-34052734-20180616063323

Ah my apologies, I was out for dinner. I’m getting to that now!)

Carter hastily attempted to clean the fallen bottle, but his boss already noted the accident. The rather rugged man folded his arms and frowned. “Go home kid, this place isn’t right for you.”

“But sir! I’m trying, please let me stay. I have nowhere else to go, and this is the only thing I do to pay my rent. Please sir, please!” The employee begged, leaning against the counter.

“Being a cashier at this liquor store isn’t your thing. I’m sorry, it’s not going to cut it. Hell, you don’t even look old enough to be drinking— I know you’re twenty two. Listen, if you wanna go someplace, go to it. Here, you’re not going to make it. Please kid, just go home.”

The rather young employee glanced at his shoes before shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat, nodding to his boss in respect. “I can clean it up—“

“Go home,” the boss spoke and added a sigh. “You’ve done quite enough.”

Carter huffed, leaving the liquor store without another complaint. It wasn’t right for him. It never was. He wished he would just go back to Cornwall, or maybe even Healdsburg where he could go back to working on his father’s farm. Oh, how he wished. The scrawny male skittishly walked down the crooked sidewalk, bumping into those nearby, and even got shouted at for not looking where he was going. He didn’t know what to do anymore.