Playing stupid games

With a casual, cocky grin, he reached up and plucked a small silver aerosol can from a nearby shelf. He walked right up to me and shoved the can into my hand, finishing his action with an upraised middle finger.

"That's for the use of your whore." He smirked "I'm not even gonna fucking use a condom. Have fun cleaning that up, fag."

He elbowed his way past me, not even bothering to spare a glance to Charlotte as she stood there. She took a breath, then subtly rolled her eyes once again as the clerk strutted to the washroom, pushing it open and looking back at us with a cocky grin. Mike entered the door first, letting it slam shut behind him.

"AAAAAND that's how you deal with a moron." Charlotte commented, pointing to the bottle in my hand.

"Wait, you're not going to..." I pointed to the washroom, and the now closed door.

"I'm a slut, not a whore." Charlotte replied. "I mean, he said it was a glory hole, so if YOU want to go in there and suck his dick, be my guest. Besides, would have to clear it with Helen first."

"Hang on, I have a couple things I have to do first."

Noting that there was a padlock latch on the outer washroom door, With the Padlock thoughtfully hanging open, I closed the latch and simply dropped the open lock onto the exposed hardpoint. I took one more moment to wedge it shut with the coin the clerk had slapped down on the counter on our first encounter. I took a look at the can of starter fluid and noted the price of four ninety nine prominently displayed on an old school price tag straight from a label gun. I walked back to the small kiosk, and placed a five dollar bill on the counter. Charlotte was worth a HELL of a lot more than that, and I had no intention of leaving even a symbolic debt to this asshole. Might be silly, but it was the principle of the thing.

Charlotte said nothing as I completed the activity, merely taking the opportunity to grab a few pale blue towels from the window cleaning station and wipe at her clothes. The rain was still coming down fairly hard, but had slackened enough that I wouldn't have to squint to walk. The thought occurred to me that going through the woods might be a little better than along the road. At least that way we'd have a bit of shelter.

"Hey, whaddya say about a little hiking?" I asked, ignoring the pounding sound that seemed to emanate from the gas stations' washroom.