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by Nedoral » September 5th, 2021, 3:52 pm
At that point Matteo was hugging about ten bottles, another between his chin and chest as he strode towards Veronica:
- That's what I'm 'avin', lassie - he said, practically shoving them onto the saleswoman.
- Is that all, sir? - she smiled, frantically trying to wrap everything up nicely within a cushioned bag.
- Nay, ya don't 'ave 'em empty jars? Need 'em fer varnish! Damn bottles' mouth too narrow.
- Empty glass jars? Yes, I assume we can accomodate that order. How many of them?
- Dunno, lots! Twentay. No, make it thirtay! Ya wrote it down?
- Yes, sir, I'll pass it along to my employer!
- Ya do that - he said, grabbing the bag and leaving a handful of scattered coins over the counter - Be back soon to check 'ere. 'Ave a good one!
He waved the back of his hand and left, the bottles clinking inside the bag tossed on his shoulder.