Post by Muru on Apr 8, 2016 5:01:02 GMT
It was always the part of running a business that caught Johnny off guard, having to keep up with all the threads of money and expenditure, and now having to actually pay staff with a payroll, not just handing out stacks of cash. Not that the occasional delivery boy or girl had ever really been an employee, but all the same. Having to turn over a percentage of his take the park also rankled but, then, it wasn't as if he was declaring everything.
Johnny: "Devon! How many photo cubes we got for tonight?"
The razor thin dye-job red head peeks his head out from under the souvenir counter.
Devon: "Like, fifty?"
Johnny: "Ok, does like fifty mean fifty, or does like fifty just mean that it's an integer?"
Devon: "Uhhh-"
Johnny: "Get a count means accurate. Should be good for the night at any rate, but come on man, it's not like your distracted by your job, we aren't open for another two hours."
As Devon hunkers back down to count Johnny takes a moment to admire the view, before returning to his paper work. After a few moments, Devon speaks up.
Devon: "Are you worried we'll get in trouble for this? I mean, our code isn't exactly hard to break."
Johnny just laughs, finding the very idea absurd.
Johnny: "With Philo actively and openly selling during the show? If the law gives two shits about what's going on out here, they aren't talking to me first. I'm not new at this Devon, I know how to keep things discreet. Plus it's not like we don't actually run this as a kissing booth, we have real income as well. And, push comes to shove, I'll just seduce whatever officer they send to talk to us."
Devon makes a face.
Devon: "Even if it's a women?"
Johnny: "Your hangup, not mine. And just trust me that I know how to deal with the police. Learned that truth when I was seventeen."
Devon: "Did you also learn that love was meant for beauty queens?"
Johnny: "And high school girls something something, we're now done talking about my childhood."
Devon: "So wait, you really were a whore?"
Johnny sighs angrily.
Johnny: "Hustler, and what part of we're done didn't you get? The count still at like fifty?"
Devon hears the edge to his boss's words and backs off from the issue. The two work in slightly uncomfortable silence for a while, until Devon finishes and stands back up.
Devon: "Forty-Seven, final count."
Johnny nods and rights the info down.
Johnny: "I'll restock before I head back to New York. Go take lunch, be back before we open."
Devon leaves, leaving Johnny to his thoughts and accounting. Days like this he wonders what life might have been like if he hadn't had to leave school at sixteen, hadn't fallen into a world of sex and drugs. At the very least if he'd gone to college. But despite all the marks against him, Johnny Raike can reflect upon an adult life lived exactly as he wanted to, half of his life firmly under his own control. How many people out there could say that? At least this one.
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Johnny: "Devon! How many photo cubes we got for tonight?"
The razor thin dye-job red head peeks his head out from under the souvenir counter.
Devon: "Like, fifty?"
Johnny: "Ok, does like fifty mean fifty, or does like fifty just mean that it's an integer?"
Devon: "Uhhh-"
Johnny: "Get a count means accurate. Should be good for the night at any rate, but come on man, it's not like your distracted by your job, we aren't open for another two hours."
As Devon hunkers back down to count Johnny takes a moment to admire the view, before returning to his paper work. After a few moments, Devon speaks up.
Devon: "Are you worried we'll get in trouble for this? I mean, our code isn't exactly hard to break."
Johnny just laughs, finding the very idea absurd.
Johnny: "With Philo actively and openly selling during the show? If the law gives two shits about what's going on out here, they aren't talking to me first. I'm not new at this Devon, I know how to keep things discreet. Plus it's not like we don't actually run this as a kissing booth, we have real income as well. And, push comes to shove, I'll just seduce whatever officer they send to talk to us."
Devon makes a face.
Devon: "Even if it's a women?"
Johnny: "Your hangup, not mine. And just trust me that I know how to deal with the police. Learned that truth when I was seventeen."
Devon: "Did you also learn that love was meant for beauty queens?"
Johnny: "And high school girls something something, we're now done talking about my childhood."
Devon: "So wait, you really were a whore?"
Johnny sighs angrily.
Johnny: "Hustler, and what part of we're done didn't you get? The count still at like fifty?"
Devon hears the edge to his boss's words and backs off from the issue. The two work in slightly uncomfortable silence for a while, until Devon finishes and stands back up.
Devon: "Forty-Seven, final count."
Johnny nods and rights the info down.
Johnny: "I'll restock before I head back to New York. Go take lunch, be back before we open."
Devon leaves, leaving Johnny to his thoughts and accounting. Days like this he wonders what life might have been like if he hadn't had to leave school at sixteen, hadn't fallen into a world of sex and drugs. At the very least if he'd gone to college. But despite all the marks against him, Johnny Raike can reflect upon an adult life lived exactly as he wanted to, half of his life firmly under his own control. How many people out there could say that? At least this one.
Read more: officialpurepro.boards.net/thread/230/book-keeping#ixzz45CvtHqss