Ticket Please Guy Novels & Stories

Maybe this night wasn’t a complete waste after all. I made my way to the parking lot, the cold breeze doing little to cool the heat bubbling inside me. As I reached my apartment building, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn’t even check the ID—I just knew. “Hello?” I answered. “Sir,” the deep voice said on the other end. “I’m the guy you gave your card to. You said you need me to get something. What do you want?” I looked out into the street with a smile on my lips

The last ride they wanted to try. “Sir, you need to pay for the rides,” the staff said, blocking their way. “My ticket is ride-all-you-can,” Slyvester explained as he showed the ticket around his wrist. “Yes, Sir. But this ride isn’t included in the promo.” “Then, you should change it into “Ride all you can except the Ferris wheel,” Ryan murmured in the corner. “How much per person?” Slyvester asked, getting his wallet. “$2.” In Slyvester’s wallet, there’s $2. He forgot to withdraw cash from the bank and only brought a card with him.

"I am Alexa, my lady." "What a nice name." "Nice to meet you, Alexa. I would like to request that you bring me snacks every day in my office. Is that alright?" Alexa nodded her head. "Definitely, my lady." I thanked her, and we continued walking. This time Arkanghel is with us. He is still munching over those cookies, and we were shocked when one of the patrolling knights gave him a bottle of juice. "How are you so famous?" Arkanghel shrugged.

Grabbing an item from his backpack, he held it in his outstretched hands. "I want you to have this" "A bid of saying 'Thank you' for helping me out" I stared blankly at him, totally confused. "Take it" He gestured, voice low and calm. Petering closely, while reaching for it, I don't realized it was a ticket to a soccer game. "My team got through to the finals of the interschool football-- I mean soccer championships" "We'll be playing on Friday." "And.....I'm inviting you" he said.

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Jackie urged politely. Patty regained her composure. “Um . . . thank you. I appreciate the compliment, Mr. Jackson,” she said softly. He smiled. “Please call me Paul. I hope I’m not being too forward, but here’s my card. If you’re ever in Seattle, please call me. We’ll have dinner,” he said as he pulled his card out of his jacket pocket. He offered it to her.

NOAH I got Dorian’s text three days ago. It’d sat there like a live wire in my inbox, marked as unread but already buzzing in my chest. The stupid little preview line haunted me every time I opened my phone: “Hey. I got you a ticket for the game. You don’t have to reply. Just come if you want. Please.” Then it was followed up with "No pressure." No pressure. Right.

Issa tapped it. "Welcome, fates. How can I help you today?" ReNew appeared, dressed as box office staff, stifling a giggle. "Two movie tickets, please," Issa requested. ReNew pressed a button, and the cash register drawer popped out with a ding. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "That will be twenty dollars." Issa handed over a wad of cash. "Is this enough?" "Yes, thank you. Here's your ticket. Enjoy the movie."

As if he can sense the untruth, his right eyebrow pops up and his lips thin into a dissatisfied line. “Well, I have some friends who could change your mind,” he says with ease, dropping the hand on my shoulder to dig in his back pocket. I glance at the numbers on the elevator again to see it’s only a few floors away. When has it ever been this slow before? “I’m sorry, but I—” A fan of bills appears in front of my face as I try to turn away, stopping me. “Me and my little friends here could help you have a great night, free of worry and trouble.”