...and Allie & Rajiv with the Cleaning Products...
by: Unknown
Allie nodded her head in time to her music, a melodic alternative rap song with deep bass and a hypnotic kick sounding in the background, as she idly mulled around the cleaning product aisle. Currently she had earphones plugged into her ears, tucked deftly between the dark strands of her messy bangs, a blatant violation of the employee conduct in normal circumstances.
However, with the shift basically over- and with nearly all of Wilko management having retreated to the upstairs office, as they usually did just before closing the doors- there was little in the way of enforcing any rules now.
Still, a moment of peace was something that was short in quantity in the quaint little Rotherham branch.
Allie yelped in annoyance as the black cords were unceremoniously ripped out from her ears.
"What was that for?" she spat angrily.
It suddenly occurred to her that one of her supervisors might've been the one to interrupt her, and a response like that wouldn't put her in the best possible light. Luckily for her, she turned around to face the one who'd disturbed her and breathed a sigh of relief as Rajiv, not Donna or another one of the people who could tear her a new arsehole, came into view.
"Oh," she said, "It's just you."
"What you're doing isn't fair!" Rajiv pouted, tucking Allie's headphones into his pocket before putting his hands on his hips like a petulant child.
Allie clucked her teeth. "What am I doing then?"
Rajiv rolled his own eyes as if he'd just heard the stupidest thing ever.
"We can't both be slackers!" he hissed. "Rule of one, Allie! At least one of us has to be on the ball at all times, otherwise everything goes to sh*t, and Emma tears us both new arseholes!"
"So work harder, sh*tbrains!"
Allie snatched her earphones from Rajiv's pocket and stuck her tongue out. She giggled quietly as he gave her the finger and murmured a few choice words in his native Hindi. Too bad her earphones were already cocked and loaded within her ears once more, muffling any outside interference.
With a sly chuckle, she turned back towards her section and resumed her so-called 'work'.
"Sh*t," she muttered offhandedly as she sniffled and wiped her running nose.
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