[fic] Life as a Game Store Employee: Street Fighter

[kitefullofkoi]

Title: Street Fighter
Author: kitefullofkoi
Rating: T (for Roxas's language)
Genre: Humour
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Sadly.
Author's Notes: Hey look! I'm posting a fic finally! ♥ This is the first in a mini-series of drabbles/oneshots based on the random scenarios that actually happen to me at work. (also known as: yay look! a productive way of ranting about my life!) 

 

LIFE AS A GAME STORE EMPLOYEE

Street Fighter
 

Roxas glared at the phone as it rung again. Stupid fucking phone. Can it not stop fucking ringing for 10 minutes? Dropping the pile of games he had left to shelve onto the floor by the 360 section, he quickly walked behind the counter to grab the phone before the ringing could aggravate his headache anymore.

Making sure the caller was on line one he pushed talk and raised the old phone to his ear as he walked to the computer, fully prepared to look up some random shit the caller would probably ask about. “Thank you for calling The Game Spot, where you can trade in your used games for more. This is Roxas, how may I help you?” He didn’t bother speaking slowly, instead just spitting out the falsely cheerful routine answer. Most people didn’t pay any attention to it anyway.

“Hello, I was wondering if you had a game?”

Roxas couldn’t stop the spasmodic twitch of his eyebrow as he heard the voice on the other end of the line. He grimaced into the phone.  “Well, sir, we have lots of games here.” Idiot. “What are you looking for specifically?” Propping the phone up on his shoulder, he opened the search function on his computer.

“I was wondering if you had Street Fighter?”

The outside door rang just as the guy finished asking and Roxas shot a smile in that direction to acknowledge the new entrance. “Which Street Fighter were you looking for, sir?”

A click from beside him announced Axel’s entrance from the backroom, a stack of precariously balanced empty game cases in his hands. His red hair was just visible over the top of the stack, and Roxas smirked at the other man as the tower he was carrying wobbled when the door closed behind him.

Roxas’s attention was firmly ripped back to the present situation, however, as the man on the other side of the phone continued to speak.

“Well… I was looking for the Chinese one.”

Roxas’s brain stalled. Did this fucker seriously just say that? Shooting his computer screen a disbelieving look, Roxas tried to not start ranting at the guy on the other end of the line.

Axel dropped the empty cases on the end of the counter, shooting a smile at the female customer browsing the nearby PSP section as he did so. “You know what, sir?” Roxas told the man on the phone as his brain began to turn, “I’m not really a big fan of that title, so I’m going to let you talk to my manager here. He’ll be able to help you.” Ignoring the curious look Axel shot at him, Roxas pulled the phone down from his ear again, slowly and deliberately moving his thumb over the OFF button before pushing down firmly.

The phone gave a satisfying click as the line disconnected and Roxas smirked.

“What was that about, dude?” Axel asked as he pulled the sheets from the printer that were going to be placed into the empty cases in front of him.

Roxas hit him on the shoulder as he passed by. “How about you just answer the phone the next time it rings, huh?”

He ignored the wounded look Axel shot at him as he picked up his stack of games and started to shelve them again.