50 Shades of Crap

Premiere Night

Friday~

It was hell. Plain and simple, this was hell on earth. The line was out the door, way more people wanting to watch this shitty movie than what they had actual tickets for, and before long he knew he'd be turning people away. Of course Jody had him ringing people up. It was to punish him for taking off two days last week to go to a convention with Charlie. Which was why she was working tonight too. The worst part of all of this was having to ask for ID. Too many underage kids wanting to sneak in to see a movie that was essentially soft core porn. It was up to him to weed them out. Despite the fact that there were signs literally everywhere in the lobby stating that in order to buy tickets to the movie, you had to be 18 or older and have proof of age in the form of a picture ID, people were still trying to get tickets without one. He'd already sent away about as many people as he'd sold tickets to for exactly that reason.

"ID." He said when two girls that couldn't be more than 14 stepped up to his register. Even though they'd caked on enough makeup to make a Tammy Faye Baker cringe, he knew they were young.

"Uh..." The girl with the straight brown hair looked to the other girl who had long, curly brown hair.

"Can't you just..." The girl batted huge brown eyes up at him. Yeah, she was flirting. Badly. "Make an exception just this once?"

This was about the 20th time he'd had this happen. He didn't have time to go through the spiel about how he wouldn't be interested in breaking the rules for little kids so he just hardened his expression.

"No. Next!"

The girls fussed but found themselves pushed aside by the next couple to step up to the register. This was how the next hour went, until the showing was sold out. He wanted to breathe a sigh of relief except now the still ridiculously long line of people wanted tickets for the next showing which started in two hours. A cute little redhead, clearly not 18 yet walked up with a dark haired girl.

"Two tickets for 50 Shades Darker, please." The redhead asked politely.

"ID." He told her. She frowned and looked at her friend.

"Don't you have your ID? You're 18."

The other girl looked remorseful as she shook her head.

"I haven't gotten around to getting it yet."

"You knew we needed ID's!" The redhead cried.

"I'm sorry girls, I have to keep the line moving." Dean said with a sigh. He was glad when the girls stepped out of the line without arguing. They were still within hearing range as he rang up the next customers and he heard the redhead say she was calling her brother.

"Cassie will get us the tickets. I know he will." She said confidently as she put the phone to her ear.

"You're going to owe him big time." The other girl warned.

"It's worth it!" The redhead insisted.

Dean snickered as he smoothly dealt with at least half of the original line. It was starting to grow again, much to his chagrin. He hadn't noticed the girls getting back in line but suddenly they were back standing in front of him.

"Now can we get tickets?" The redhead was asking. Dean cocked an eyebrow.

"You have someone with an ID?"

She nodded and motioned to someone. Dean looked up to see a guy with the most irritated expression weaving through people to get to the counter. Despite the look of utter disgust on the man's face, he was hot.