Carbine Chaos
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- Apr 1, 2009
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“I’m sorry, Mr. Franklin…we don’t sell those here.”
Worsfold narrowed his eyes as the disappointed customer left his pharmacy. It wasn’t always easy coming to this job after a long day of training the boys, but John thought it was good to get his mind off football for a while. And there was a lot to get his mind off right now. Being able to escape the occurrences of the past 24 hours were just what John needed. Oh, shit…
The doors swung open and Shuey walked briskly to the front counter, followed Swiftly by Scooter. He placed the lock of hair down in front of Woosha with great purpose.
“We need you to take a look at this.”
Woosha rolled his eyes. “Boys…how many times do I have to tell you, this is a pharmacy…not a forensics lab. If this is a repeat of you bringing in the stains on your couch so I can find out who…”
“No…we want you to tell us who this lock of hair belongs to.”
“Lock of hair? Did somebody say lock of hair?”
Worsfold’s assistant, the blond-haired Mark Nicoski, bounded out from the back of the shop out to the counter; hair blowing slightly in the air conditioned space. Dodging carefully around a tray of tablets as to avoid pulling a hamstring, Nicoski grabbed the lock out of Shuey’s hands and immediately brought it to his nose.
“Mmm…interesting. It smells very strongly of strawberries…a hint of pine…a dash of vanilla. Intriguing indeed.”
Nicoski smiled dreamily and looked back towards Shuey, rubbing the hair over his face slowly, his heart beating faster with every brush.
“I…know this hair…intimately.”
Shuey broke out in a large grin. “You do?”
Shuddering with delight, Nicoski managed a nod. “Of course…I’d have thought you’d have recognised it too. There’s not many players at the club with hair as luscious and flowing as this.”
Shuey and Scooter looked at each other in confusion. Who did they know who had such magnificent locks? Not Naitanui…they were the wrong colour. Rowan Jones, maybe, but he had retired years ago, despite the pleas of the fans and female trainers. Shannon Hurn?
Nicoski wiped the sweat off his brow with the lock of hair and placed it gently in his front pocket. Taking out a pen and paper, he wrote down an address and handed it to Scooter.
“You go to this address, you’ll find the owner. But I get to keep the lock…finders fee.”
Shuey nodded. Subtly, he and Scooter exited the pharmacy, nodding to Woosha as they went. The coach shook his head in sadness, leaning down against the counter with a sigh.
“I hope Shuey knows what he’s doing.”
“I don’t think he does, Woosh. Look at that uninspired mop. He'd be darling with some curls.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Worsfold narrowed his eyes as the disappointed customer left his pharmacy. It wasn’t always easy coming to this job after a long day of training the boys, but John thought it was good to get his mind off football for a while. And there was a lot to get his mind off right now. Being able to escape the occurrences of the past 24 hours were just what John needed. Oh, shit…
The doors swung open and Shuey walked briskly to the front counter, followed Swiftly by Scooter. He placed the lock of hair down in front of Woosha with great purpose.
“We need you to take a look at this.”
Woosha rolled his eyes. “Boys…how many times do I have to tell you, this is a pharmacy…not a forensics lab. If this is a repeat of you bringing in the stains on your couch so I can find out who…”
“No…we want you to tell us who this lock of hair belongs to.”
“Lock of hair? Did somebody say lock of hair?”
Worsfold’s assistant, the blond-haired Mark Nicoski, bounded out from the back of the shop out to the counter; hair blowing slightly in the air conditioned space. Dodging carefully around a tray of tablets as to avoid pulling a hamstring, Nicoski grabbed the lock out of Shuey’s hands and immediately brought it to his nose.
“Mmm…interesting. It smells very strongly of strawberries…a hint of pine…a dash of vanilla. Intriguing indeed.”
Nicoski smiled dreamily and looked back towards Shuey, rubbing the hair over his face slowly, his heart beating faster with every brush.
“I…know this hair…intimately.”
Shuey broke out in a large grin. “You do?”
Shuddering with delight, Nicoski managed a nod. “Of course…I’d have thought you’d have recognised it too. There’s not many players at the club with hair as luscious and flowing as this.”
Shuey and Scooter looked at each other in confusion. Who did they know who had such magnificent locks? Not Naitanui…they were the wrong colour. Rowan Jones, maybe, but he had retired years ago, despite the pleas of the fans and female trainers. Shannon Hurn?
Nicoski wiped the sweat off his brow with the lock of hair and placed it gently in his front pocket. Taking out a pen and paper, he wrote down an address and handed it to Scooter.
“You go to this address, you’ll find the owner. But I get to keep the lock…finders fee.”
Shuey nodded. Subtly, he and Scooter exited the pharmacy, nodding to Woosha as they went. The coach shook his head in sadness, leaning down against the counter with a sigh.
“I hope Shuey knows what he’s doing.”
“I don’t think he does, Woosh. Look at that uninspired mop. He'd be darling with some curls.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
