115. Rage [Cross]

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Theme: Rage

Person: Cross Marian

"I'm sorry sir, but we've run out of alcohol. I am again, very sorry." The young shop attendant bowed his head down, hoping that the customer wouldn't hit him.

A large hand slammed onto the counter. "'What do you mean you don't have any more alcohol?!" The large man glared down at the young man, slowly starting to loom over the counter so that he could grab the young one's collar.

"S-Sir! I'm afraid we don't have any more! The last customer took nearly all of it and the new bottles haven't arrived yet!" He defended.

"I WANT MY ALCOHOL, NOW!"


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