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 Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 6:18 pm
The kitchen at Seventeen's was not a family friendly area. The two men that ran it were bros of the broiest of levels, and they gave each other s**t like it was a nuclear war back there. Name calling, swearing, the occasional thrown plate.
It was a dangerous warzone intended only for the brave and strong.
Actually it wasn't intended for anyone but them. They were business partners and old friends dating back over a decade so the addition of some young guy back there was weird and unexpected and certainly not accommodated.
Not that they didn't appreciate having Nicolae around to heap all the grunt work on. Having frightened off another busser, someone had put the poor guy on dishwashing duty after closing. At least when they closed it was somewhat peaceful. It was one of the reasons Noah preferred staying after hours to bake bread.
He wasn't scheduled to or expecting too tonight, but he was bored, he didn't have going on, and not being at work and having free time seemed weird as s**t, so he strolled through the kitchen and tossed a rag at the back of Nico's head when he passed.
"Hey asshat. How's it going?"
It was how they showed affection. Promise.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 6:37 pm
There were times where Nicolae couldn’t fathom why he was continuing to work at this place. Sure, it was money, and money was good…but hey. Everyone had their limits. He was meant to cook…not wash dishes, and when he ended up washing dishes night after night, it really did get discouraging. One of these days he was just going to quit and walk out and it was going to be fantastic…
But sadly that wasn’t tonight. Nicolae pursed his lips and took the hose that he was using to clean one of the pots and aimed it right at Noah, spraying him. “Going swell, dickface. Thanks for asking.”
Sometimes he couldn’t tell if he hated the guy or wanted to fist bump him. Of course, maybe if he hadn’t been standing here for the past four hours with his arms in ridiculous yellow gloves…well. Maybe he’d be feeling just a bit more chivalrous. But hey. It just wasn’t his night.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 7:16 am
"Ah! Hey, not in the kitchen, Dickbreath," Noah squawked and threw up his hands when she saw the sprayer aimed. Like there was anywhere else you were going to find a sink.
Honestly, he saw the attitude as cocky-little-a*****e-itude. Both him and Marco had taken some s**t jobs to work their way up, and even as a business owner, he spent more days than he cared to playing janitor. But it was also mostly okay. He used to be a cocky little a*****e too.
Why Nico hung around was a mystery, but he was slowly becoming accustomed to his face and having the extra help. He had, at least, reached a point where he would rather have him around than not.
Completely ignoring his own complaints about kitchen sanitation, he pushed himself uo to plant his a** on the counter and grabbed a roll from a nearby cooling rack. If someone else tried this, especially his sister, heads would be rolling. But he was the owner and could do what he wanted.
"But no, seriously, what do you even do when you're not here?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:07 am
Nicolae laughed and shrugged, going back to the dishes. “If you didn’t want me to spray you in the kitchen, you should move the sink and dishwasher out back. Problem solved, yeah?” He scrubbed at a pan, frowning just slightly. It was taking forever to clean this gunk off of it.
Finally he looked up at Noah, giving him a look. “Not much, to be honest. Run around finding pretty girls. I do that quite a bit of the time. Not going to lie. I’m just trying to find the right one, I think.”
That and he ran around in a coat and tails with a pretty top hat and sometimes just terrorized the girls that he was chasing. But hey, Noah didn’t need to know that. Even if he was part of the Negaverse secretly…He didn’t need to know.
This might have been a job…and it might have been a pain in the a**…but it was a good place to be. For as much as he hated it…he liked being here. He enjoyed coming into work and he really just enjoyed the vibe of this place. He felt like he belonged…even when he was being teased. Really, being teased was what made him feel so much like this was the right place to be.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 6:29 pm
Noah rolled his eyes with enough force in the gesture to make his head bob to the side and shrugged.
"Of course you do," He laughed. Of course he chased girls. He projected a little too much familiarity on Nicolae, which was probably a poor result of him somehow dropping into the weird circle of the diner with Marco and Zia where affection was shown with a flurry of insults and swearing.
It made it way to easy to see him as a weird gender flipped version of his little sister who was going through a weird boy crazy phase and talking about 'the one'. And Nico was here, roughly her age being all similar and s**t, of course Noah was suckered into caring.
"The right one is kind of a myth," He added with a snort, not really seeing the irony that a single guy in his mid to late thirties was probably not the optimum adviser on finding 'the right one'.
"No I mean, I don't remember seeing a ton of work experience on your application when you started. I could be wrong, though. Who knows," He shrugged, pulling apart the roll he'd stolen from, well himself.
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