[ lance didn't think it would be such a bad idea to try and get a few more silver on his day off, especially when it's for something as simple as washing dishes...
little did he know that on this particular day, everyone in town seems to be particularly ravenous and going to this specific restaurant.
he stands agog as the bussboy brings in another tray packed with stacks and stacks of dishes. ]
What the heck! Is today some kind of "all you can eat" holiday???? My fingers are gonna prune at this rate!
[ it may very well have been the worst mistake of his life, not pausing to think it through when the restaurant owner had stopped next to the booth he was sitting in, slurping his noodle-equivalent happily, and offered him some quick money — all you got to do is help out in the kitchen, kid, earn some easy silver.
three hours later and here he is, elbows-deep in water that's murky and smells... well. best not dwell on that. the upside? at least he's not alone. ]
They'll prune and then fall off from over-soaking. [ he picks up one of the glasses that's currently in the water, half-cleaned, and raises it (full of soapy water) like a toast. ]
RIP our fingers, we knew ye well, thank you for all your services! [ he pretends to raise the glass to his lips... before making a face and pouring the soap water back to the sink. ]
They can't fall off, I need them.... [ which probably sounds a little suspect, especially to a healthy young teenager's overactive mind, but the way in which he slumps dramatically over the sink makes one think it's less for something in the "hanky panky" realm and more for something along the lines of "how will i do my math now?"
but he lifts his head when stiles offers that gross glass in a toast, looking at least marginally less Dramatique™ about it all. ]
There's no way... this is a regular business day. [ he straightens up suddenly. ]
I'm gonna take a peak out front. I bet it's like the same person just ordering compulsively. [ because somehow that's more believable than a really popular day for the restaurant?? ]
Hey, think of the upside, you might get cool prosthetic fingers.
[ it's. a joke. a bad one, but a joke nonetheless.
he lifts his eyebrows at Lance's sudden declaration, though whether it's because of the suddenness of it or the content, who knows!! ]
One person, ordering all this? [ apparently it's the latter, judging by the doubt in his tone. ] Nah, it's probably something like a birthday party, or an end-of-term school all-you-can-eat party. [ a pause. ] Do they even have schools here? I mean, they have to have schools, right?
[ feel free to leave him to ponder this on his own, Lance. ]
[ lance already slips towards the front, after sparing a moment to actually... consider whether or not he's actually seen any kids running around here... huh.
ANYWAY, he disappears for exactly forty-five seconds, during which the general sounds of the restaurant persists. and then there is a pin-drop of silence.
and then lance is scrambling back towards the back, an enraged restaurant owner right at his heels. ]
I told you to stay in the back!!
[ lance hangs back for sure now, not quite behind stiles but also not quite not behind stiles... ]
Sorry, boss! I was just stretching out the ol' legs!
[ the man grumbles loudly, but is eager to turn back around and head back so he leaves the two alone in due time. once the man's completely gone, lance turns to stiles with a sharp whisper. ]
Dude, something weird's going on in front. I'm positive.
[ Stiles is doing a marvelous impression of looking like he's working while actually craning his neck to see how Lance is doing... right until he comes barreling back, the owner of the restaurant yelling, his round face red and enraged.
right about then is a good time to pretend he's working really hard — but the second the owner is gone and Lance is whispering to him, Stiles turns to face him with a nod and a whispered response. ]
Yeah, with that kind of a reaction? Definitely something fishy. I mean, I thought it was weird he just offered me some money out of nowhere, like, I had barely picked up the menu when he was just there, asking if I wanted a job for the night... but maybe, maybe it was to get me out of there.
[ lance nods along, arms folding over his chest in thought. ]
We're not that far from the Red Light District, [ he muses, ] which is usually a bit more lax when it comes to... shady stuff. [ though from what he can gather of keith's patrolling, it's not as if crime is rampant down there. it just so happens that most people who would normally act as witnesses would prefer to just turn a blind eye. ]
It looked like there was some kind of meeting happening upstairs. The whole floor was empty, except for the corner table.
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little did he know that on this particular day, everyone in town seems to be particularly ravenous and going to this specific restaurant.
he stands agog as the bussboy brings in another tray packed with stacks and stacks of dishes. ]
What the heck! Is today some kind of "all you can eat" holiday???? My fingers are gonna prune at this rate!
eyyyyyyyy
[ it may very well have been the worst mistake of his life, not pausing to think it through when the restaurant owner had stopped next to the booth he was sitting in, slurping his noodle-equivalent happily, and offered him some quick money — all you got to do is help out in the kitchen, kid, earn some easy silver.
three hours later and here he is, elbows-deep in water that's murky and smells... well. best not dwell on that. the upside? at least he's not alone. ]
They'll prune and then fall off from over-soaking. [ he picks up one of the glasses that's currently in the water, half-cleaned, and raises it (full of soapy water) like a toast. ]
RIP our fingers, we knew ye well, thank you for all your services! [ he pretends to raise the glass to his lips... before making a face and pouring the soap water back to the sink. ]
boiiii
but he lifts his head when stiles offers that gross glass in a toast, looking at least marginally less Dramatique™ about it all. ]
There's no way... this is a regular business day. [ he straightens up suddenly. ]
I'm gonna take a peak out front. I bet it's like the same person just ordering compulsively. [ because somehow that's more believable than a really popular day for the restaurant?? ]
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[ it's. a joke. a bad one, but a joke nonetheless.
he lifts his eyebrows at Lance's sudden declaration, though whether it's because of the suddenness of it or the content, who knows!! ]
One person, ordering all this? [ apparently it's the latter, judging by the doubt in his tone. ] Nah, it's probably something like a birthday party, or an end-of-term school all-you-can-eat party. [ a pause. ] Do they even have schools here? I mean, they have to have schools, right?
[ feel free to leave him to ponder this on his own, Lance. ]
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ANYWAY, he disappears for exactly forty-five seconds, during which the general sounds of the restaurant persists. and then there is a pin-drop of silence.
and then lance is scrambling back towards the back, an enraged restaurant owner right at his heels. ]
I told you to stay in the back!!
[ lance hangs back for sure now, not quite behind stiles but also not quite not behind stiles... ]
Sorry, boss! I was just stretching out the ol' legs!
[ the man grumbles loudly, but is eager to turn back around and head back so he leaves the two alone in due time. once the man's completely gone, lance turns to stiles with a sharp whisper. ]
Dude, something weird's going on in front. I'm positive.
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right about then is a good time to pretend he's working really hard — but the second the owner is gone and Lance is whispering to him, Stiles turns to face him with a nod and a whispered response. ]
Yeah, with that kind of a reaction? Definitely something fishy. I mean, I thought it was weird he just offered me some money out of nowhere, like, I had barely picked up the menu when he was just there, asking if I wanted a job for the night... but maybe, maybe it was to get me out of there.
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We're not that far from the Red Light District, [ he muses, ] which is usually a bit more lax when it comes to... shady stuff. [ though from what he can gather of keith's patrolling, it's not as if crime is rampant down there. it just so happens that most people who would normally act as witnesses would prefer to just turn a blind eye. ]
It looked like there was some kind of meeting happening upstairs. The whole floor was empty, except for the corner table.