A Rough Girl and a Proxy

Chapter 2- The Liqueur Store

Winter's P.O.V.

Mom wanted me to get her a pack of smokes and a bottle of whiskey. I happily complied. Today was gonna be a boring, typical Saturday. Most girls went to parties or hung out with their boyfriends. I was here, going to get my mom her smokes and something to drink.

When I got to the store, I kicked it open. The usual guy wasn't there. It was another kid. I didn't like this kid. Mr. Delvito ran the liquor store with his wife, two sons, and daughter. They'd never hired anyone else.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked. "Chase. Sir-" Yeah, he just crossed the line. "Sir? I'm a chick. I got tits and a pussy. I ain't a dude." His eyes looked surprised. "I apologize. Here. I'll give you a bottle of something free." I grabbed Ma's favorite whiskey off the shelf. "This. I want this." He nodded and checked it out. In this side of town, no one really cared if you were legal age, as long as you didn't go telling any cops.

"Anything else today, Miss?" he asked. "Yeah. A pack of smokes." He loomed confused. "Smokes? What are those?" Was he stupid? How the fuck did he not know what smokes were? Another boy came up, slightly younger than Chase. "These, you dumbass. Let me deal with the customers." Another guy came up.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked. "Tim." I rolled my eyes. "Well, check me out and give me my fucking smokes." I snapped. "Fine. God, I knew moving here was a bad idea. Why do I have to take over this shit hole?" He angrily checked out the smokes and whiskey.

"The previous owner moved." he explained. "We took over. It's my brother Chase, my cousin Toby, my sister Kelly, and myself." Behind me, a bunch of bottles of wine fell over.

"Dammit, Toby, do something right! God, just go take stock. Maybe you won't fuck that up as bad." snapped Tim. I turned around to see a boy blushing bright red. "S-s-sorry, Timothy, sir." He picked the bottles up. Damn, he sounded weak. I could beat his ass if I wanted to.

As I walked out, I slipped on spilled wine. "God fucking dammit!" I screamed, my knee in a severe amount of pain. "Cunt nuggets!" That and multiple other curses flew out of my mouth. "Sorry, madame." said a quiet, shy voice. A hand was placed in front of my face. I shoved it away and got up on my own.

I looked the guy in the eye. He was tall, lean. His eyes looked tired, with a bit of kindness to them. He wasn't exactly buff, and I could probably beat the shit out of him, but he was well-toned. His name tag read, "Hi, my name is Toby Rogers."

"Here. To compensate, I'll give you whatever you want for a tenth of the price." I nodded. His voice was deep, but had a softness to it. "Fine. Gimme some rum." He grabbed ten dollar rum and I gave him a dollar. "Lemme have a bag." He bagged everything I bought and I walked out without another word.

As I walked home, I saw some guys beating up a middle school kid. I didn't really care. Not my problem. I licked my lips, brushing my tongue briefly over my lips piercing. I had a nose piercing and a lip piercing, both of which I got for my fourteenth birthday.

I slammed the door as I opened it, marching up to the couch and planting my ass down on it. "Hey, Ma, got your booze!" I yelled across the hall, holding the bag. "Coming, Winter." My mom came in. I threw her the packet of smokes and handed her the whiskey."I got an extra bottle of rum" My mom smiled. "Awesome, honey." She opened the whiskey and began to drink.

I went to my room and found my bong. "Mama! Did you move my weed?" I asked. "Yeah. It's in your desk! Your room was a mess, so I cleaned it up a bit!" I found my weed and sat down, beginning to smoke it.

Most kids would hate living with an alcoholic mom. I didn't mind, much. I didn't drink, but I was high half the time, so it wasn't like I was a saint either. Believe me. I'm no saint.