It was infuriating for Askaree? It was infuriating for poor Askaree to go out of her way for maybe an additional hour or two to meet clientele for a five minute transaction? Ha. Forgive Spencer if he is out of sympathy after dealing with the shitheads that Davante calls clientele. Most of the people Spencer dealt with were the idiots that he was certain would wind up in prison in, oh if they're lucky, say a year. These were the bottom of the barrel. Idiots. Morons. If they didn't need the money and to build reputation, Spencer might set all of them on fire by throwing them into a volcano. Apparently Dorian had an excuse for being so pissed off all the time when they had previously dealt with one another. Still, setting clientele on fire tended to be bad for business so Spencer would have to settle with handling matters with a thin smile and murderous looks.

Thankfully it was the end of the day, the doors locked tight to keep the heathens out while Spencer sat in silence, counting the money made today. While so much of the market was credit, in this business cash was still king. Unfortunately that meant a lot of counting and recounting when distractions landed in his lap. Speaking on distractions...

While Spencer was trying to keep his focus on the count, his frustrations of the day plus the late evening hours was making it a losing battle. He had already had to recount this particular stack of ones twice. Yes, Dorian possessed machines that made the count so much easier than having to sit there and manually count each bill, but Spencer wasn't really a fan of technology. Actually, he pretty much hated it. His phone was a third generation Samsung that he still had trouble figuring out how to work it despite owning it since it came out. Now his phone company was harassing him to upgrade to something called an iPhone 6 Slim or 6S or whatever the shit it was called. No thank you. He had just figured out how to set calendar reminders on this phone, he didn't need to upgrade to be able to play some stupid game.

The sound of a door closing in what was an otherwise empty shop pulled Spencer's attention abruptly from his task at hand, dark eyes watching the doorway cautiously. When a familiar (and slightly unwelcomed) figure filled the doorway, he let out a heavy sigh as he leaned back in his chair with a slight accusatory look toward her. What was she doing here? This was his time at the shop, by himself, to unwind after dealing with all of the day's frustrations. Of course, knowing Askaree, he was going to find no more peace this evening since she seemed to enjoy tormenting him.

When Askaree turned his work surface into a chair, Spencer made it a point to lean further back in his chair to put the most distance between them, especially with her flying legs and feet. He watched as she pulled the cash from her breasts, eyes lingering maybe a moment too long, before he intercepted her, taking the cash from her. He shifted his hold around it to two fingers, holding it with a disdainful look as he pinched it between two fingers, setting it to the side to be counted later. "Surely you have a better place to hold that..." Spencer's greeting probably could use a little work... Not that he really expected or wanted an answer.

He sat still for a moment, watching her warily for any other tricks she might have up her sleeve, before his attention returned to the money he was supposed to be adding up for the day as silence fell over them. As he restarted his count- again- Spencer's eyes glanced up as she shifted positions, jaw tightening slightly, displeased with the fact that his coworker was both torment and tease. Why was she dressed so... leathery today, anyway? Channeling some Trinity from the Matrix or some shit like that.

A thought dawned on Spencer in his preoccupation of counting and documenting tallies on a yellow legal pad, brow furrowing at the thought. Askaree had officially completed her sole purpose for coming by so why was she still here? Go out with her?"I think you filled the 'tit'illating part of my evening." Spencer mumbled in reply, stopping his thumbing through the bills to mull whether that was a compliment, insult, bad pun, something else, or e) none of the above. Also, he had lost count. Again. Fuck it, he was done for the night. Frustrated, he began collecting and packing everything back into the register drawer, using the end of his pen to nudge any of the paper toward him that might be considered close to her. Yes, yes, they had been working together for a bit now and she had yet to do anything... bite-y toward him but why risk a hand?

"Askaree, with all due respect, you'll have to try a little harder to 'lure' me than what I assume is your usual quarry." Spencer replied, pushing the drawer closed as he stood from his seat. Collecting the legal pad and sticking the pen behind his ear, Spencer found himself with a problem. He wanted go to the back room so he could lock up and leave, yet she was in his way. So, no, for all his talk, he still was not comfortable around Askaree. Maybe he should just keep compensating with hostility. That seemed effective (ha). He turned his body, making himself smaller and closer to the wall as he scooted past her, unaware he was holding his breath as he did so.