New chapter, and the last one for tonight. For the record, none of this was in the original outline
“So, quick question here,” Xeno said. “Are we here to look for gh's guitars, or to go shopping?” Indeed, the four RAFians (and Anderson, although whether or not he was really there was up for debate) were standing outside a small guitar shop, not too far from RAF itself.
“The latter,” gh replied, not seeming to catch Xeno's sarcasm. “Although, if things work out, I wouldn't mind doing a little of the former.”
“But why would they be here?” Hunter inquired. He and Xeno were both wearing ID masks, which projected the image of human bodies. Abby and gh did not need said masks, for obvious reasons.
“Well, if the thief was just looking to make some money, they probably would have sold them here.” gh shrugged. “It's worth a shot, at least.” And with that, gh walked in the door, the others following him.
What greeted the RAFians was a building packed to the brim with guitars, bass guitars, audio equipment, keyboards, drums, ukuleles, banjos, mandolins, kazoos . . . surely, this place would have been heaven for gh on any other day. But today, he was a mission. And of course, he didn't want to bore his friends by gawking over the instruments.
Without hesitation, gh made his way to the wall of used guitars. He began closely inspecting them while the others watched from a distance. A few of them very closely resembled his guitars, almost down to the smallest detail. If one were to listen carefully, gh could be heard mumbling about the guitars, things along the lines of, “no, there should be a scratch right there,” or, “the knobs are different on this one.”
After a few minutes of inspection, gh stepped away, shaking his head. “No dice,” he said. “Absolutely nothing.”
It was at this moment that an employee of the store came up to the group. “Hey, can I help you with anything?”
Hunter spoke up. “No, thanks, we're just looking around.”
“Just looking?” the clerk confirmed. “Alright. What's your budget?”
“Uh, hold up,” gh said, allowing himself to get distracted. “Like he said, we're just looking at stuff today.”
“Right. So, what's your budget?”
Anderson, who was standing off to the side with his arms crossed, drummed his fingers on his bicep. “Well, they seem to hire some real winners here, don't they?”
gh rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger. “We don't have one, okay?”
“I'm sorry?” the clerk said, obviously ticked off. “So, why exactly are you here?”
“Like we said, we're here to 'look around,'” gh said, his voice tense. “Y'know, view the merchandise. Peruse. Weigh our options. You dig?”
“Yeah, I dig. But I'm saying that you're not leaving here without buying something from me. You
“. . . Excuse me?” gh said, a mix of shock and anger permeating these two words.
Anderson, likewise, looked dumbfounded. “Wow, even I think this guy's a dick.”
Xeno stepped in. “Is there a manager we can speak to?”
“Oh, yeah, let me get him!” The clerk took one step away, only to immediately step back toward gh. “Oh, it's me! I'm the manager!”
“Dude, what is your problem?” gh asked.
“You are not leaving this store without- hold on.” He stopped to think. “Wait, we don't get paid on commission anymore!” And with that, he walked away.
For a moment, gh stood there, completely dumbfounded by this encounter. This state didn't last for long, however. “Hold on, you monolithic asshat!” he yelled, reaching for the nearest guitar. One which just so happened to have the face of Hello Kitty painted on the body.
Abby promptly slapped her face with her palm. “gh, cool it.”
“I SAID, HOLD ON, DOUCHEBAG!” gh screamed, clearly ignoring Abby. At this point, all of the patrons of the shop stopped what they were doing and stared at gh. In fact, the only person who didn't seem to notice gh was the manager. This didn't please gh. He began to charge toward the manager, whose back was still turned, until he felt a sharp pressure pulling him backward. “WHAT THE HELL!?”
“Come on, gh,” Abby said, pulling gh toward the door by his ear. “I think it's time we left.”
“ABBY, LEGGO MY EAR!”
“Uh, Abby?” Xeno said. “The guitar?”
“Oh,” Abby vocalized, noting the guitar being held in a death grip by gh. Hunter attempted to pry the instrument from gh's hands, to no avail. With her free hand, Abby dropped a few bills on the counter. “Keep the change!” she yelled, hoping that somebody heard her over gh's psychotic shrieking. “Thanks!”
heavily inspired this chapter, by the way.