Where to start? He'd been doing this too long and just went with whatever came to mind first.
“It's been going around that Bill, he owns the hardware store; he recently got an unscheduled delivery of extra fluorescent lights. That's according to the guy who supposedly loaded the delivery truck, so it's really kind of secondhand information here, but he's pretty reliable. The consensus is Bill's turning the store basement into a grow house; Corwin's a pretty religious town and it's not going over too well. This is unconfirmed right now, but I'll go check out the basement later.
“We've also got a vandal on the loose and that's pretty exciting. So many theories floating around. Some say they're a local student just having fun. A cashier at the general store thinks it's a repressed artist disenchanted with small town life. Most agree the vandal's one of the weirdos staying at the bed and breakfast for months on end. No one really knows. No one's seen them. The police have no idea what's going on.”
That should suffice for a while, but he had to get something from her as well.
“I'm Atsushi, by the way. I didn't catch your name. Where are you staying? What kind of drink do you usually order? Have you played darts professionally?”
This role was exhausting. He was so tired of talking to people and trying to remember to whom he'd told what. Tomorrow he'd start making fliers or mass-texting.
Re: This is the Only Bar in Town
“It's been going around that Bill, he owns the hardware store; he recently got an unscheduled delivery of extra fluorescent lights. That's according to the guy who supposedly loaded the delivery truck, so it's really kind of secondhand information here, but he's pretty reliable. The consensus is Bill's turning the store basement into a grow house; Corwin's a pretty religious town and it's not going over too well. This is unconfirmed right now, but I'll go check out the basement later.
“We've also got a vandal on the loose and that's pretty exciting. So many theories floating around. Some say they're a local student just having fun. A cashier at the general store thinks it's a repressed artist disenchanted with small town life. Most agree the vandal's one of the weirdos staying at the bed and breakfast for months on end. No one really knows. No one's seen them. The police have no idea what's going on.”
That should suffice for a while, but he had to get something from her as well.
“I'm Atsushi, by the way. I didn't catch your name. Where are you staying? What kind of drink do you usually order? Have you played darts professionally?”
This role was exhausting. He was so tired of talking to people and trying to remember to whom he'd told what. Tomorrow he'd start making fliers or mass-texting.