Johnny + Vic

After a good amount of walking, Johnny heads inside Grumman's. Man, it's been a long time since he's been here. "Hey..." he checks his notepad. "Vic! I'm here to pick up the Pokeballs!"

The door chimes, but the massive man at the counter doesn't look up. He's well into his forties,musclebound, with a rugged beard and trimmed black hair. The shelves of the store are lined with dusty trainer goods, most untouched in the long years of the shop's business.

A small, nasally voice calls out from the back "Hey buddy, got your order back here! just step around the big guy!"

"Ah, alright." He looks at the big guy, wondering if he knew him, and... whoops. Check the notepad. Pick up Pokeballs. Alright. Hey, look. "Uh, I'm here to pick up he Pokeballs." he says to the big guy. Probably the clerk or something.

The big man grunts, and points to the back room.

"Right." Johnny heads in, looking around. "Vic, you there?"

A black trenchcoat and hat rest on a stool, with three distinct bulges within. "Hey there, buddy," A voice from under the hat says, "Got your pokéballs right here." One of the bulges moves into a sleeve of the oversized coat, which then indicates a box at the trenchcoat's feet.

Johnny looks down. Vic's obviously trying to distract him. Just focus and get it over with. He looks down at the bottom of the trenchcoat, scanning for a box.

There is a box.

He picks up the box. "So, how much do I owe you?"

"3000p, buddy"

"Right." Johnny opens the box and checks the contents, making sure all the balls were working, before fishing out 3k for Vic.

"Alright buddy, good to see you!" The sleeve lump returns to the middle of the trenchcoat, "Anything else I can do for you?"

Johnny crosses out the order on his notepad, putting the box in his bag. "Uh... were you always like that, Vic?"

"Yes, of course, totally, buddy. I've always been cheerful! Why do you ask?"

"..." Johnny resists the urge to lift up the trenchcoat and sighs. "Never mind." He then looks around. He starts walking out, before stopping. "...what was I doing here again?" he looks around. "Looks like Grumman's backroom..." he stops, checks his bag. "A pick up? Yeah." He then leaves the backroom, giving a nod to the clerk on the way out.