Delinquent (Joshler) [✓]

i • So, Its's a No-go on the BJ?

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The oh so familiar scent of Windex and lemon flooded Mr. Joseph's bowling alley, Lucky Strikes. Tyler had finished cleaning and polishing exactly three minutes before he is expected to unlock the doors and turn on the vibrant, LED lights to signify that they are open.

It's Saturday, one of the more popular days, and they have three reservations for birthday parties, as well as some expected walk in's.

12:00, Tyler sighs as he unlocks the door and goes to turn on the lights but his-- already pretty crappy mood-- gets even more crappy when he realizes that a fuse must have been blown, as the obnoxiously bright lights for 12:00 aren't lighting up.

Turning around with a grunt, Tyler walks into the basement to the breaker box, quickly changing the fuse and heading back upstairs, and oh is he upset at what he sees.

He leaves for five minutes and already a group of mischievous teenagers climbed over the stanchions and are playing around with the bowling balls, yelling, running, and even worse they aren't wearing bowling shoes.

Tyler's face is red, but he keeps his cool and just pulls out his whistle from his back pocket, and blows into it as hard as he can, and gets their attention.

"You aren't supposed to be in that area until you have purchased a lane," Tyler states calmly.

One with light brown hair, quite tall, scoffs, walking over to the counter and throwing down a credit card, "We'll get two for an hour, I guess."

Tyler very much doesn't trust that this is his credit card but supplies him with the credit card reader nonetheless, as he gives them bowling shoes after asking their sizes. "Names?" He asks.

The boy points to everyone in the room, telling Tyler their names,
"Jack, Brad, Josh, Mikey, Noah and I'm Jordie."

Tyler nods along with the boy-- now known as Jordie-- as he sets up the two lanes."Okay, I'm gonna set you up with three people on each lane, Jack, Mikey and Jordie are at lane one and the rest are lane two, any questions before I go back to the counter?"

A boy with black hair, believed to be Mikey speaks up, "Yeah, I have one; what's your number?" he winks lazily. Tyler sighs and starts to turn around to head back to the counter, before another boy with pink hair, Jack or Josh, walks up and slings his arm over Tyler's shoulders. Tyler keeps walking.

Jack/Josh leans in real close to Tyler's ear, and seductively whispers into it, "How about I give you a blowjob in the closet back there and you hook us up with some free nacho's?"

Tyler is internally grossed out that such a quite good looking man is willing to retort to such unsanitary and straight out inappropriate actions, all for some free nacho's. However, he doesn't want to show his emotions, so he just calmly shakes his head and removes the boys hand from his shoulders.

The boy doesn't appreciate Tyler's response as he keeps following him, until Tyler is behind the counter and closes off the little door. The boy grunts and whines, "Come on, what will it take?"

"Money," Tyler blandly responds, but no, the boy keeps going.

"Hand job?"

"No,"

"Nudes?"

"No,"

"What about-"

"I said no," Tyler states, surprisingly calm.

"So it's a no-go on the BJ?"

"Yes!"

The boy gives in, sighing, "Fine," and walking back to his friends.

Tyler just barely smirks, but he does just a little bit, happy the boy left him alone.

"Guys," the boy whines to his friends, "the employee working is such a snob, wouldn't give me any nacho's. Hm," The boy smirks, as he leans in and whispers to his friends.

Soon,  the boy counts down, oh no Tyler thinks to himself, wondering what's about to happen, "Three! Two! One! GO!"  And soon, all six boys are running and jumping over the counter, and while Tyler is distracted trying to get them down, the pink haired boy pins him against the wall,

"Get off of me." Tyler demands, still quite calm even though he is technically being harassed, "Not until you give us nacho's," the boy demands. Tyler sighs in defeat, "Fine,"

The boy lets him go and squeals of happiness, and pure victory, before high fiving his friends, and waiting for the nacho's while the others start playing.

Since the nacho's need to be paid for somehow, Tyler takes a twenty out of his wallet and places it into the cash register, the boy takes notice of the wallet in Tyler's hand and quickly dives toward it, successfully grabbing the wallet.

Tyler grunts of annoyance, but makes no move to get it back, as he goes to make the nacho's, "Don't steal anything, or I might just lose my calm, with you around that shouldn't take too long," Tyler mumbles, as the boy just ignores him and goes reading through his drivers licence and coupons, "Tyler R. Joseph, oo, Tyler, lets think of some nicknames, shall we?"

This was going to be a long hour.

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