[hah, it's a successful shop, Mickie just likes to hold on to certain things.]
Durwin had just finished his fifth cup of tea when John walked in the door,
"John...?" Mickie's hand shot up to the side of his belt almost as fast as he got up from the chair nearly toppling it over,
"Oi! The sign says closed! You can't be in here!" He started forward menacingly before Durwin stepped infront of him,
"Wow there, hold on. This is my friend John. He doesn't always look to carefully. He's the reason I came to get the machine. There you go, just settle down." Mickie glared at John,
"Learn ta knock, blindie." John, having misheard Mickie, groaned.
"What ya groaning at me fer?! Ya're the one in my shoppe!"
"Calm down Mickie," Durwin admonished.
"It's bad for the heart."
"Ya? Well a lot of things are bad fer my eart." Durwin moved over to John,
"C'mon he's more bark than bite,"
"Watch yerself..." Mickie said and Durwin chuckled,
"Alright I will. Anyway you followed me here? Anyone else come along?"
"They had better not be! It's gettin too stuffed in here already!"
"We can just move out to the veranda."
"Like hell we are!"
"Hey, don't talk like that infront of a guest."
"Guests are invited in, he jus walked righ in."
"John just apologize to him so we can move on. He holds a grudge longer then he su-" Mickie smacked Durwin,
"There'll be no mentioning of that now."