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Romance and Guns
Alice grunted as she lifted another heavy crate to move to the front to set up a display. It was two hours until the weapons store opened its doors. This store is an addition to Rodam Expeditions, the store next door. Her boss, Etarn Tiron, was a great boss. Funny, patient, kind, and paid good wages. It made her miss her father.
When Rodam Expeditions took off so well, people began to come in asking for weapon, mods, and upgrades taking time away from customers wanting to plan hunting trips. Etarn's Weapon Stop was born. Alice had been working for Etarn for about a year and in the weapon's store about three weeks, since its grand opening. The customers, especially turians, really liked the new organized set-up.
"Alice, the new uniform came in."
Etarn strode in through the stock room door connecting the two stores carrying a box.
"Uniform? Technically I'm the only employee over here."
"Yeah, but I wanted to make it official with a uniform."
He handed her the box. He was always doing little things that made his business more personal to the customer. In-person service, appointments for those who wished to learn more before purchasing a hunting trip, even going so far as teaching gun safety courses.
Alice opened the box to dark khaki colored cargo pants on the left. Somewhat military style. Perfect, especially the way they would allow her to wear her steel-toed combat boots. Boots that were a gift from her twin brother. On the right side was a stack of tank tops, in several colors, all with the Etarn's Weapon Stop logo.
"The clothes are made from military grade material so they won't stain easily. Gun oil and grease should not cling as it would on normal cloth. If it does though, tell me."
"These are perfect, sir. I'll change as soon as I finish this display."
"Great. My daughter will be on shore leave for a few days."
"Thank you, sir."
Etarn recently found out he has a daughter. A grown daughter. The mother had not thought it necessary to inform the father, instead raising the daughter, Sigi, alone. She did give Sigi her fathers family name. Etarn adored his daughter. Sigi and Alice hit it off immediately as well, often trying to beat each other on the mats or at the shooting range. Alice is retired alliance. Having Sigi around now and then to spar was a nice change to her routine.
Once Alice finishes the display for the newest mods for pistols, she changes into her uniform. After tucking the bottom of the pants into her boots, military style, she then heads to a door leading to a four lane weapons range, to test the mods. It was the only way to do her job efficiently, or so she tells herself. I love the smell of gun oil in the morning.