( open ) i come up hard baby, but now i'm cool

[missio]

CHARACTERS: marcus keane and anyone!
LOCATIONS: b-shop, the record store for cool kids who loves sick jamzzz
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: marcus gets a job at the record store. his previous employment involved screaming at demons and the creation of soft padded rooms, so his customer service skills could probably use some work.

[ one afternoon marcus wanders into the record shop in town for the seventh time in a week and accidentally walks out with a part-time gig after a heated debate about mod revival. he's become something of an odd fixture at b-sides over the past month, if only because for someone who's never done anything at low intensity he doesn't seem that committed to working. sweeping floors? please. reorganizing? sometimes, and with an incredible amount of bickering with other associates about genre sorting.

mostly, though, he can be found seated in a stool behind the counter with his feet up and a tall newspaper as ann sexton or james ray or marvin gaye blares too loud over the speakers. for a presumable salesperson he doesn't seem too worried about sales numbers. his face is almost never visible above the newspaper, although he's polite when someone tries to fetch his attention and good-humored with everyone who catches him in the middle of not giving a shit.

anyone who frequents the record shop might want to tell him to turn it down a little. or ask for recommendations. or try to make a purchase. or just say hi if you know him. some of the local teenagers have found that he's also terrifically easy to cajole with snacks, so he's also rarely seen without an open container of something that can be eaten with his hands. it's probably a good thing the shop owner is incredibly chill, because it doesn't look like he's gunning for employee of the month anytime soon. ]