hot days and grooming mits. open

[Bree Conal Bryne]

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/28becsx.png][atrb=height, 0] She had only acquired her current job a few months ago and working at the tack and feed shop had started to get easier for her everyday she arrived. Biting the nails of her left hand, she looked up at the many shelves that lined the walls that held various horse treats and fodder. A rather heavy clipboard with worn pieces of paper coated with messy handwriting, listing the items available in the shop, laid against her leg. Bringing the awkward looking foam board up to her eyes so she could study it every few seconds, Bree continued down the wide aisle, turning her head left and right. Once more, she brought the clipboard up and studied the writing, her teeth still biting away at the nails of her hand. 5 bulk packages of grooming mitts on shelf F12 with 3 boxes, 30 packages each in the back. The writing was her own, sprawled out on the crumpled white paper in dark blue ink. Backing away from the full shelves of horse supplies, she looked up and quickly located shelf F12 with the gold-colored plated signs that were attached to the iron ledges. And as the writing had stated, there were indeed 5 packages of the grooming mitts on the shelf. Bringing her left hand up to her head to run it through her hair, she further tangled the confusing brown curls. Turning away from the shelf that Bree was facing, she started towards the front of the mediocre sized shop, now clutching the clip board with both hands in front of her, ready to drop it down onto the clean front counter. The board landed with a loud thud. Bree looked up at the clump of hair that had fallen in front of her face and blew it away, temporarily setting it away from her eyes. Resting an elbow against the cold counter, she set her gaze on the large window that gave a nice view to the streets outside. It had been unusually hot when she arrived that morning. The moment she stepped out of her building that morning, she quickly decided that the jacket she had on was useless and a bother. Looking over to the chair behind the counter, she saw the clunky looking teal-ish looking jacket that she had thrown there when she arrived. OUTFIT: here

[Dr. Heather Pawelski]

Walking into the feed store Heather took in a deep breathe. It smelled like fresh grain, dust, and horse soap. She loved the smell of feed stores. A little bell jingled above her head. It was attached to the door so that the counter girl would know someone had just walked in. Of course she walked through each and every isle. How could one not? This was the best store on the face of the planet! Or at least within this little town. Heather didn't care much for clothing or make up, but her horses had it all.

"Hello?" She called out to the counter girl, who stood there nervously biting her nails. Heather smiled at her warmly though hoping that it would calm her down a bit. She couldn't recall ever seeing her here before so it was probably her first couple of days, and seemingly her first day on her own. "I'm interested in these stirrups." Pointing, she signaled to the girl that she wanted the metal ones with the engraved sides and leather bottoms. They would be perfect for showing and would look great against her horses' black and brown sides. "How much are they?" The tag must have fallen off. Those things never stuck on metal or leather anyway.

[Bree Conal Bryne]

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/28becsx.png][atrb=height, 0] Bree quickly stood straight, lifted her elbow from the counter and put her arms against her sides as she heard the door bell chime. Bringing her attention to whoever had entered the store, she smiled at the sight of a woman with blond hair smiling warmly at her. Hello! She replied to the older woman. She was her first customer of the day and simply the first customer that she had to handle by herself. She normally had another employee with her, taking care of any coming in while she mostly just worked in the back of the shop. Following the customer's gaze towards the shelves and hangers on the walls, Bree nodded awkwardly as she looked back at the woman. Those stirrups are $100. Walking over to the bunches of stirrups that were hung up next to various other tack, Bree went through the multiple metal stirrups and pulled a pair from the metal knob holding it up. Turning around and facing the customer, Bree smiled. Is there anything else you would like? OUTFIT: here

[Dr. Heather Pawelski]

"Oh that'll work just fine." Picking up the stirrups Heather made her way to the counter then, hoping the young girl would follow her to check her out. When she reached the counter she put the stirrups down and smiled at the girl. "You know, if you paint your nails it helps to stop the nail biting. I used to have the same problem and they taste nasty if you put the polish on them." She showed the girl her own painted nails to give her an example.

Boy it was hot today. Heather wiped some sweat from her brow. For some reason tack stores were always insanely hot or ridiculously cold. There wasn't much of an in between with these places. "So do you ride?"
Meanwhile she waited patiently to be checked out.

ooc: Bree do you want to finish this then? I'd allow you to God-mode and have Heather say thank you and walk out of the store or something. I just can't think of much else to put here... sorry

[Bree Conal Bryne]

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/28becsx.png][atrb=height, 0] Bree followed swiftly after the blond towards the counter that she was just at. As the customer commented on her nail biting, she chuckled and looked down at her nails that were mostly irregular in length. Maybe I'll try that. Looking back up, she turned towards the cash register and put in the price of the stirrups. She turned once more towards the customer. And that would be 100 dollars. Bree watched as the blond pulled out her wallet and got the money out. Yeah, I actually do. I board my gelding at the local stable. She smiled, collected the money and put the money into the cash register. Bree leaned down and grabbed a medium sized bag from underneath the counter. Bringing it up and putting the stirrups into the bag, she handed the customer the plastic, square bag that held the name of the tack store. Come again soon! Bree watched as the blond grabbed the bag and walked out of the store. occ: Hope this was okay?