Siren's Pull Contact

[classdismissed]

Unless you're telling me how to get out of here, don't bother. Unless I told you to call me.

... Which I won't, so yeah. A way out or fuck off.

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[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

[Nrrrgh, why tonight? Griffin sounds worn out when he picks up.]

What?

[deservesabone.livejournal.com]

It's Sam. Mind tellin' me why you mouthed off on one of our customers Tuesday night?

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

[Griffin makes a noise that's a strange cross between a grunt and a groan. Roman told on him? What a baby.]

Because it was Roman.

[deservesabone.livejournal.com]

I don't care if it's Hitler; you don't cuss at my customers. Not unless they're doin' something where you've gotta kick 'em out.

So whatever personal grudges you've got with people, you leave 'em at the door when you come to work. If you've got a real issue with someone, you come see me about it. But you don't handle it like it's some goddamn highschool rival.

[limitedrun.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't let me curse at Hitler?

[No, Griffin. You can't just mouth off to the boss, remember? He sighs.]

It was practically harassment, but whatever. I'll be good.