Bryce
Fire
- Joined
- Dec 8, 2024
- Posts
- 22,444
- Reputation
- 51,374
Had a vivid dream about something like this for whatever reason so I woke up feeling inspired. It goes as so:
A liquor store clerk is ready for closing. It's 1am, a very cold November night. It is snowing outside. The surveillance cameras face the parking lot, but not the main road.
Customer number 1
A lifted pickup truck bolts into the parking lot and stops immediately, nearly hitting the curb. The engine stays on.
The door opened. A man enters; mid-30's, heavy jacket, and boots covered in slush. He is noticeably out of breath.
"You got ice?" He asked.
"No." The clerk responded.
The man scoffed. "My bad. I'm in kind of a hurry."
The clerk didn't respond.
The man put cheap whiskey and a roll of blue shop towels on the counter. He put his card in the reader and entered his PIN.
"Cold's a real bitch." the man said as he rubbed his hands together. He took his items along with receipt and started to leave.
As he made it to the door, he stopped and turned around. "Trucks noisy as all hell. Alternators going. I'm fixing it in the morning."
And with that, he left the store. He hopped into his truck and exited as fast as he came.
The clerk noticed a large smear on his tailgate as he left. He was gone before the clerk could get a clear view.
Customer number 2
The door opened again. No car had pulled in.
The man entered. He was in his mid-40's, lightweight brown denim jacket, and a hat which covered his face when he looked down. He did not appear cold.
"Am I too late?" he asked.
"No, we're closing soon though." the clerk responded.
The man placed a large bottle of grain alcohol and paper towels on the counter.
"That's the highest proof you carry, correct? I need to make sure it's as strong as possible." he said.
"Yes. It's 190." the clerk said. "Did you walk here?"
"It's not that bad out." he said. "Is there any option for me to just swipe my card?"
"No, these machines require PIN." the clerk said.
The man put his card in his wallet and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. He placed it on the counter.
"You can keep the change. I don't need a receipt." the man said. "Have a good rest of your shift."
He turned and left the store at a walking pace.
Customer number 3
A car pulled into the driveway cautiously. It parked unevenly, almost taking up two spaces.
The man entered the store. He was mid-30's, sweatshirt with wet cuffs, and shades. The clerk noticed he was in flip-flops.
"I know, I know," he immediately said. "Bad look."
He placed a roll of blue shop towels and a liter of Vodka on the counter.
"A pipe just burst in my apartment. Soaked my shoes." he said.
The clerk furrowed his brow.
"I mean obviously I'm not drinking it." the man said, laughing.
Outside, the car shifted back and forth.
"I have a person in my car. Can I just give you cash?" he asked quickly.
"Yes." the clerk said.
The man gave him $40 in cash and jogged out. He fumbled with his keys and drove away very carefully.
So, here is the plot:
One of these men murdered someone earlier that night. Who was it, and why?
There are many details that don't add up in each story, all of them are suspicious. Remember, you must explain why you chose who you chose. No random guessing or "I just feel like it's him."
Let me know if this is complete ass or if it's way too obvious... this was made on a whim.
A liquor store clerk is ready for closing. It's 1am, a very cold November night. It is snowing outside. The surveillance cameras face the parking lot, but not the main road.
Customer number 1
A lifted pickup truck bolts into the parking lot and stops immediately, nearly hitting the curb. The engine stays on.
The door opened. A man enters; mid-30's, heavy jacket, and boots covered in slush. He is noticeably out of breath.
"You got ice?" He asked.
"No." The clerk responded.
The man scoffed. "My bad. I'm in kind of a hurry."
The clerk didn't respond.
The man put cheap whiskey and a roll of blue shop towels on the counter. He put his card in the reader and entered his PIN.
"Cold's a real bitch." the man said as he rubbed his hands together. He took his items along with receipt and started to leave.
As he made it to the door, he stopped and turned around. "Trucks noisy as all hell. Alternators going. I'm fixing it in the morning."
And with that, he left the store. He hopped into his truck and exited as fast as he came.
The clerk noticed a large smear on his tailgate as he left. He was gone before the clerk could get a clear view.
Customer number 2
The door opened again. No car had pulled in.
The man entered. He was in his mid-40's, lightweight brown denim jacket, and a hat which covered his face when he looked down. He did not appear cold.
"Am I too late?" he asked.
"No, we're closing soon though." the clerk responded.
The man placed a large bottle of grain alcohol and paper towels on the counter.
"That's the highest proof you carry, correct? I need to make sure it's as strong as possible." he said.
"Yes. It's 190." the clerk said. "Did you walk here?"
"It's not that bad out." he said. "Is there any option for me to just swipe my card?"
"No, these machines require PIN." the clerk said.
The man put his card in his wallet and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. He placed it on the counter.
"You can keep the change. I don't need a receipt." the man said. "Have a good rest of your shift."
He turned and left the store at a walking pace.
Customer number 3
A car pulled into the driveway cautiously. It parked unevenly, almost taking up two spaces.
The man entered the store. He was mid-30's, sweatshirt with wet cuffs, and shades. The clerk noticed he was in flip-flops.
"I know, I know," he immediately said. "Bad look."
He placed a roll of blue shop towels and a liter of Vodka on the counter.
"A pipe just burst in my apartment. Soaked my shoes." he said.
The clerk furrowed his brow.
"I mean obviously I'm not drinking it." the man said, laughing.
Outside, the car shifted back and forth.
"I have a person in my car. Can I just give you cash?" he asked quickly.
"Yes." the clerk said.
The man gave him $40 in cash and jogged out. He fumbled with his keys and drove away very carefully.
So, here is the plot:
One of these men murdered someone earlier that night. Who was it, and why?
There are many details that don't add up in each story, all of them are suspicious. Remember, you must explain why you chose who you chose. No random guessing or "I just feel like it's him."
Let me know if this is complete ass or if it's way too obvious... this was made on a whim.
