You're right man but I need the caffeine and this coffee tastes like piss. S'just a lil motivation to get me to drink it.

[and just like that, he downs the entire cup in one go. god. he swallows thinly at how disgusting the swill was. chuuya was right. the whiskey was ruined. his lips form an irritated scowl. he didn't need a reminder of how shitty his life was that he was sneaking in alcohol on the clock.]

Not like you fuckin' care, if all of you assholes could stop demanding our stores to be open this fucking early- some of us could go home and drink without the extra energy needs. [at six in the morning.] Fuck.

[he starts to ring up chuuya's items- chucking them haphazardly into bags. yeah! that'll show 'em for trying to tell him his shitty drink was going to be bad. see how much cain cares about your purchases.]