Located in Hollywood, the small gas station does what it does, runs off smokes, a bit of gas sales, and condoms. Oh well, it's better than some other shitholes.
Marcus Orin walks into the store at 10:55 PM, his shift staring in five minutes. He hates this job. He likes the scenery sometimes. You see all kinds of crazy shit on the graveyard shift here at the Quick Stop. Marcus once saw someone get beat to death, literally, out in the parking lot. Some dickhead bashed a dude's head into the gas pump about ten times until his head was mush.
Greg looks over the counter at Marcus, eyes red from the weed he's been smoking since hours before he got into work. Greg was a piece of shit, too, and sells dime-bags out of the Quick Stop. Whatever ...