Joe walked to the door, to grab his apron, eyeing Ethan strangely, "why are you staring at me?" He questioned, his face dropping slightly, "oh god- she told Blythe," Joe groaned, rubbing his face, he didn't need this today, "and let me guess, Blythe gladly told you, look, it happens, and I'll own it, it was eight seconds.. what's the big deal, what- you like haven't been a little.. over excited.. "
Ethan watched Joe confused as he rambled, putting his apron on, 'was he talking about the lion suit?'
"So I came.. a little faster then should have been necessary, but it was just a one off, I wasn't ready," Joe muttered,
"What?"
"What?" Joe stopped,
"Dude.. you came in eight seconds?" Ethan tried to hide the smirk on his face.
"No,- what did Blythe tell you?" Joe questioned, looking at him suspiciously,
"Dunno, somthing about a lion suit?"Ethan lied, "Did you really cum-"
"Ok," Joe let out, hands in the air, his leg was to sore for this, he needed to downstairs and put these teeth away. "Forget I said any- did you say lion suit?" Joe questioned, "I wasn't wearing a lion suit,"
Ethan shrugged, "hey man, we've all got our turn ons," he smirked, turning to grab another cookbook to wrap for online orders. Pick up only of course. Joe shook his head, "I'm done, this conversation is over," he sighed, making his way through the back of the book shop, he placed a hand in his pocket, taking out a small gum container filled with Marcos teeth, it rattled lightly when he walked, so getting it out of sight and out of mind was a priority.
Joe was staring at the closed box before looking up just in time to avoid running into the woman in front of him, just as quickly, he slipped the box back into his pocket. joe was surprised to see Ella here of all people, especially after last night. And right now all he wanted was to put this teeth downstairs, get on with his day, eat some twizzlers and god his leg was throbbing. Was it meant to throb.
"Ella," Joe let out. Cursing the voice crack that came out given the surprise. "I- I work here," He subtly cleared his throat, frowning at her, 'she really does hate you after last night..' he thought taking in a breath. "Look- about last night," he stepped forward, "I didn't mean to- kick you out like that- I was just.. I had this whole night pictured perfectly in my head," he stepped forward again, wincing this time,
'Dammit Marco-'
"And it just.. it was going so well.. until the obvious.. early.. ah- I just wanted to impress you and I made a total fool of myself," he sighed, "I mean," he gave her an attempted cheeky grin, "if it was race, I totally would've won," he smirked playfully. He looked to the floor, swallowing, "why don't we go out tonight, somewhere nice.. your pick," he smirked, "we could even just watch a movie at my place," he shrugged, "or yours.. yours is nicer," he joked, feeling her resistance from him. Was she really that mad?
He stepped closer to her, this time her back hit the bookshelf, he grabbed her chin lightly, "I just- I don't want this- what we have to be ruined," he said quietly, moving his lips to under her jaw bone. Planting a soft kiss to her skin. He moved away gently, "I promise, I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you," he smiled. Giving her his puppy dog eyes, "for now though, I have to get back to work, these books won't fix themselves and I kind of owe Ethan, and I have a slightly passive aggressive text to send to Blythe," he smirked, passing by her, "hey, why are you here?" He questioned, "sorry if you were looking for me, Mr Mooneys a useless old bastard I swear," joe scoffed, Lying to him was like breathing, it just came out so naturally.
"Text me ok!" He called out, heading to the back of Mooneys. He opened the basement, the the sound proof door before jogging down the steps. Wincing as he did so, "I'm sure I have some Tramadol down here," Joe sighed, looking at the blood spit that was slowly leaking through his tracksuit pants. Something he would never wear in public if he didn't have to.
He sighed, undoing his pants and letting them fall to his ankles, as he penguin walked to the counter and slid up onto it, grabbing the gauze he had down here. The wound was bad.. it wasn't horrific, but it was still bad. He'd only ever been shot once, and that was now. He was usually punched, or kicked, or both. He jumped slightly as he padded the wound, holding it down for a few seconds before looking around the room, his eyes locking onto a spot.
"What the hell-" he muttered, dropping the gauze and quickly pulling his pants up as he walked carefully to his lockers. He used his fingers to pick up the lock from where is swing, it looked.. different. Joe kept his things down here perfect, new, Mr Mooney would kill him for any imperfections, or lock him in that damn cage.
He grabbed his keys, unlocking the damaged lock and eyeing the boxes, they all seemed fine, he pulled out a Ella's box, opening the lid. Nothing was gone. Or moved.
"Huh... Joe you have to stop coming here late at night," he muttered, assuming he just forgotten that he'd opened it, using this chance to put Marcos box of teeth into the same box, stopping and pulling out Ella's underwear, he placed it into his jacket pocket before sliding the box back into place.
"Time to plan date night revamp.." he mumbled.
