Post by Fetch and Carry (Liz) on Mar 13, 2007 13:22:37 GMT -5
Fetch was starting to think this whole internet business venture was a bad idea. The tall stack of boxes that still needed to be shipped seemed to agree with her. Looking around, she noted the multitude of computer parts spilling into the second store room. The agreement between Fetch and her brother was that he was to take care of the site, the ordering from vendors, both sets of books, and the marketing and she was suppose to take care of the shipping.
She sighed as she slapped a label on a box containing at least 60 different colored LED fans (why did they need so many fans anyways?). Aaron, showing a bit of initiative for once, bought ad space on at least three different major web comics. Soon what was a little side business turned into what was the bulk of their income.
And that meant lots and lots of boxes to ship. Fetch glanced at her watch and noticed that it was just past noon. She gave the rest of the parts a little salute and walked out into the main part of the shop.
Aaron was leaning back in his chair, feet on the repair table. On one computer monitor, Windows was going though an install. On the other, a cheetah was carrying a red flag though a green field.
“Hey, I’m over here slaving and you are playing Warcraft,” Fetch complained, as she rummaged in the cabinet for lunch.
Aaron nodded at the other computer, “I’m working.”
“Working so hard,” Fetch complained. She sat on the end of the table, nibbling on a piece of beef jerky. “Warsong Gulch is such hard work. Oh, watch out for those warlocks.”
“What War… Shit.” Aaron tapped at the keyboard for a few seconds and groaned as his character died.
“Opps,” Fetch said with a smile. “Maybe you can help me after lunch packing up stuff for UPS?”
“You did something didn’t you?”
“Me? Yes, the spirits have gifted me with the ability to summon undead warlocks to kill your WoW characters. That red flag you were carrying had nothing to do with it,” Fetch retorted.
Aaron glanced up at his sister. “Bitch.”
“Son of a bitch. Oh come on. I have only like two hours of crap to pack up. With two of us, it will be done twice as fast.”
“Imagine that. With two of us the time needed cut the time by two!”
“Aaron, please? I still have to sort though all that shit for Pensacola tonight.”
“Fine, fine! I’ll help you. Just because you’ll make me miserable till you do. “
“Since when have I ever made you miserable?” Fetch asked.
“Do I even have to mention the time Alex lived with us?”
“I mean besides that.”
“Whatever, but you have to do a favor for me, if you want me to help you with the shipping.” Aaron said, as he signed out of the game.
“Ok. That’s cool.” Fetch agreed. She looked at Aaron and suddenly the jerky sat heavily in her stomach.
“No.” she said.
“Oh, come on! Isn’t it part of your duty to Gaia?”
“No. I’m not setting you up with anyone from the sept again. “
“Why not?”
“Aaron, the last time I set you up with someone, she left. And my pack fell apart,” Fetch explained.
“Oh, bullshit. That had nothing to do with your pack falling apart and you know it,” Aaron said, turning back to the computer with the windows install on it. “And it’s not like I didn’t do anything to Rose she didn’t like.”
“Aaron, you are my little brother, I don’t want to hear about that sort of thing.”
“No Ahrouns,” Aaron said, “or Galliards. Don’t want a repeat of what happened with Cynthia.”
“No one is breaking the first litany here. I’m sure Mister Wolf would know.”
“Do you think Mister Wolf would tell anyone if he did know? He probably has a folder devoted to Garou on Garou action.”
“I think I know why you can’t get a girlfriend on your own.” Fetch rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I’ll ask around. But no promises.”
“Sweet. Thanks, sis.”
“I have a feeling I am going to regret this later," Fetch said as she walked back into the store room.
She sighed as she slapped a label on a box containing at least 60 different colored LED fans (why did they need so many fans anyways?). Aaron, showing a bit of initiative for once, bought ad space on at least three different major web comics. Soon what was a little side business turned into what was the bulk of their income.
And that meant lots and lots of boxes to ship. Fetch glanced at her watch and noticed that it was just past noon. She gave the rest of the parts a little salute and walked out into the main part of the shop.
Aaron was leaning back in his chair, feet on the repair table. On one computer monitor, Windows was going though an install. On the other, a cheetah was carrying a red flag though a green field.
“Hey, I’m over here slaving and you are playing Warcraft,” Fetch complained, as she rummaged in the cabinet for lunch.
Aaron nodded at the other computer, “I’m working.”
“Working so hard,” Fetch complained. She sat on the end of the table, nibbling on a piece of beef jerky. “Warsong Gulch is such hard work. Oh, watch out for those warlocks.”
“What War… Shit.” Aaron tapped at the keyboard for a few seconds and groaned as his character died.
“Opps,” Fetch said with a smile. “Maybe you can help me after lunch packing up stuff for UPS?”
“You did something didn’t you?”
“Me? Yes, the spirits have gifted me with the ability to summon undead warlocks to kill your WoW characters. That red flag you were carrying had nothing to do with it,” Fetch retorted.
Aaron glanced up at his sister. “Bitch.”
“Son of a bitch. Oh come on. I have only like two hours of crap to pack up. With two of us, it will be done twice as fast.”
“Imagine that. With two of us the time needed cut the time by two!”
“Aaron, please? I still have to sort though all that shit for Pensacola tonight.”
“Fine, fine! I’ll help you. Just because you’ll make me miserable till you do. “
“Since when have I ever made you miserable?” Fetch asked.
“Do I even have to mention the time Alex lived with us?”
“I mean besides that.”
“Whatever, but you have to do a favor for me, if you want me to help you with the shipping.” Aaron said, as he signed out of the game.
“Ok. That’s cool.” Fetch agreed. She looked at Aaron and suddenly the jerky sat heavily in her stomach.
“No.” she said.
“Oh, come on! Isn’t it part of your duty to Gaia?”
“No. I’m not setting you up with anyone from the sept again. “
“Why not?”
“Aaron, the last time I set you up with someone, she left. And my pack fell apart,” Fetch explained.
“Oh, bullshit. That had nothing to do with your pack falling apart and you know it,” Aaron said, turning back to the computer with the windows install on it. “And it’s not like I didn’t do anything to Rose she didn’t like.”
“Aaron, you are my little brother, I don’t want to hear about that sort of thing.”
“No Ahrouns,” Aaron said, “or Galliards. Don’t want a repeat of what happened with Cynthia.”
“No one is breaking the first litany here. I’m sure Mister Wolf would know.”
“Do you think Mister Wolf would tell anyone if he did know? He probably has a folder devoted to Garou on Garou action.”
“I think I know why you can’t get a girlfriend on your own.” Fetch rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I’ll ask around. But no promises.”
“Sweet. Thanks, sis.”
“I have a feeling I am going to regret this later," Fetch said as she walked back into the store room.