Spring was Alex’s favorite season of the year, not because of the bright and sunny weather that peeked through the harsh cold of winter. Instead what Alex was really looking forward to was the now yearly convention that had blessed his small city and this year he was ready for it! With months of saved up funds and an exclusive VIP 4-day pass he was going to truly live out his convention dreams. The first day, Thursday, was more of a casual day since not many people had the desire to take a day off work to go to a convention but not Alex. He was determined to enjoy each and every second of that weekend from the moment the doors first opened until they closed on Sunday evening.

His eyes followed the trails of pop culture designs, artwork, and of course the merchandise aisles. Toys, statutes, comic books, paperbacks, and then his heart stopped. At one of the booths was a large display of nerd goodness, the 1990s AT-AT Walker in mid step as it stomped towards a rebel trench surrounded by invading stormtroopers. There was even a snowspeeder vehicle tilted at an angle and suspended in flight as it took aim at the massive walker. It was the most glorious thing he’d ever seen, until he saw the price tag and his heart sank. Twelve. Thousand. Dollars.

Alex heaved a sigh and tore himself away from what was clearly out of his budget, even though he’d saved up for so long he was always finding something he desired that sat out of his reach. He wandered away from the section loaded with commerce to find something that was more in reach, an overpriced convention hot dog. On his way to the cafeteria center he saw the postboard of various advertisements, people willing to save your place in line for a fee, photographers, camera operators, but one stuck out. A deep pink flier covered in glittered designs and as he read his eyebrows furrowed. It was an ad meant for girls to work as a convention thot. Models in skimpy outfits selling whatever it was to guys, he practically chewed on his tongue as he glared at the advertisement. Must be willing to wear ‘company uniform’, he could do that. No problem.

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