Riker Lynch One-Shots

| The Groomer's Second Hand |

Hello again!

So I came up with this while watching Dr. Dee... I know, I know, how cliché.

Either way, this is sort of stupid and pretty long (1905 words, ahhh!), but oh well, you've got to start somewhere

Also, I apologize if I accidentally say 'I' instead of 'you'. I'm not used to writing with 'you'. Plus grammar, 'cause, well, it's five till one in the morning.

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You sigh as your boss comes in with - yet another - dog that needs groomed. You've been working non-stop since eight o'clock this morning, and last you checked, it was around three pm.

Your shift ends at four, but afterwards you have to make sure everything is clean and ready for the next day, which can take up to another hour.

"Y/N!" Your boss says from the silver grooming table across the room, and you glance up from the Rottweiler puppy you had been washing to look at her.

"Yeah Darcy?" You reply, scrunching your face up when soapy water hits you. She chuckles as you laugh at the puppy, taking his little suds covered face in your hands and playing with his little floppy ears.

"Once you're done with Jinx there, do you want to work the counter for a bit?" She asks quickly as she preps the clippers for the poodle now secured on the table, and you groan lightly to yourself. You aren't the most social person in the world, and with how busy it is today, you're sure that you'll have to deal with people.

"I know you aren't the biggest fan of counter work, but I figure you could use a break from the grooming." She says, and you shrug."I'm fine with whatever Darcy. You know that." I reply, and she sighs.

"Alright. Oh, and the guys who have Jinx are out there." She says, implying that I should go work the counter. I sigh and nod, turning my attention back to the puppy before me. I smile at the still suds covered pup, turning on the faucets and quickly dunking the small dog into the stream of water, then right back out. He looks at me confusedly, and I giggle at him.

"You, Jinx, are just to cute." You whisper, lifting him out of the doggy bathtub and wrapping him in a light towel to dry him off. The young ones, you've discovered, get pretty freaked out when you use a dryer, so you resort to towels for anything under six months, like this little bloke.

"Your owners are very lucky m-" You start, but cut yourself off.

"Darcy, you said it was two guys?" You ask, and she smiles.

"Yeah. In their late twenties. Pretty adorable couple, if you ask me." She replies, and you nod, tying a little blue ribbon around the puppy's neck.

"Thanks." You yell back as you step into the front room, carrying the puppy in your arms.

"Um, hey." I call into the mostly vacant room, catching the four people's attention.

"I've, um, got a Jinx here for ya." You stutter, and two guys stand and walk over.

"Hey, thanks for taking care of him." Says the guy on the right, petting the puppy's ear while the other man holds it.

'No problem. Though, watch out if you give him a bath. He likes to splash." I chuckle, and they laugh lightly as they walk away.

"Have a good day guys!" I call after them, and they wave as they exit the building.

"Alright, uh, next?" I ask rather awkwardly, and the two others in the room walk over. A blonde guy and a brown haired guy, the one with brown hair seeming a bit younger.