â€œI love you too sugar lips but ya canâ€™t be passâ€™n out in the store.â€
Francisco woke, relieved to see Eugene sneering down at him. Eugene, foul of smell and worse of character was rarely seen by customers yet Francisco saw a lot of him. Still, better to be thrown out on your ear by Eugene than face the phantom of your baby-mother ex-girlfriend.
Predictably, in the next moment Francisco found himself in a sprawling pile with a trench coat and notebook garnish on the street. â€œAnother day in paradise,â€ he muttered and picked himself up.
Eugene locked the door, and trudged back toward the kitchen but Pete held him up.
â€œHey boss, olâ€™ Francis out there has nearly drunk up all his product. You want me to call corporate?â€
â€œCorporate? Fuck corporate. Five parts rot-gut, one part Grey Poupon. Mix it up your own goddamn self.â€