From a young age, Priestly's father had always given him one piece of advice. He had always told him, "be who you are and do not let anyone let you feel ashamed for it." For the most part, Priestly lived by these words. He may be a little on the eccentric side, but he was never ashamed of who he was, at least, not until he became an adult. At that point, it was a little too late for him to go changing who he was. He would always be that tattooed guy with the crazy hair and crazy outfits. What people didn't know, was that he cared about what people had to say about him and sometimes the words were hurtful.

"Italian on wheat," Trucker, their ex hippy boss called from the cash register. Normally there were many of them working, but it was a slow day and Trucker had let everyone except for Priestly and Piper go. "Light on the mayo."

"Greaser with a reduced risk of heart attack coming up," Priestly called back, not breaking eye contact with the grill. He knew that when he used terms like greaser instead of Italian, Trucker would always give him that look. He never scolded him, Trucker was not for changing people, but he would always give him the look that said he was being inappropriate. He did not mean to make these references; he could not help how his brain had been programmed over the years. Anyway, he found himself to be rather funny.

"You're one to talk," Piper looked up from whatever drawing she was currently working on at the moment. She did not opt to stay at work because she needed the money, she just did not like being all by her lonesome and used the customers as inspiration for whatever new piece of art she was gracing the world with. Priestly would never say it out loud but he admired her talent. "Have you even showered lately?"

"Are you kidding?" Priestly asked with a smile, raising his arm into the air and pretending to take a giant whiff of himself. "Ladies love that day old sexy beast smell. In fact, I think there is even a cologne to back me up."

"Right," Piper rolled her eyes at him, not before flashing him a smile. "We just melt when our noses catch the sweet aroma of B.O. and stale sandwiches."

"That's right," Priestly put the rest of the sandwich together and finally allowed himself to turn to his boss, hoping he had forgotten the slur he had used only minutes ago. "Was this for here or to go?"

"To go," Trucker did not even look up from his newspaper to give his answer.

Priestly wrapped the sandwich up, threw it in a bag, added a few napkins and then handed it to the only guy in the place. He told him to have a good day and then turned himself back to his grill to clean it off.

His job was not looked at by the world as being high class. It was a job that belonged to teenagers or those who did not have any other options, but Priestly lived for his grill. He lived in a small one-bedroom apartment and could not really grill anything there, but he got to grill at work. Also, Trucker had no problem with him using the grill for other things when it was slow or the shop was closed. His friends had just become accustomed to stopping in to eat dinner or even to come and grab lunch. He was the freak with amazing cooking skills and he was proud to be him, for the most part anyways.

"Should probably start turning the grill off," Trucker made his way over to Priestly and rested his hand on his shoulder. "I don't think we are going to be getting any more business this evening and we close in twenty minutes."

"Sure thing," Priestly began to turn off the grill and clean up his station. Piper pried herself away from her art to help get everything cleaned up. Neither of them were really in the mood to go home, Priestly could tell that without a word being said but they still needed to get their jobs done.

"Want to go grab a drink after this?" Piper finally suggested. Normally, Priestly was not a drinker, in fact, he really did not need to drink if they went out, and he did not want to go home. "We could even maybe hit up a movie or something. I hear they have some new superhero thing playing."

"You are like the lamest person I have ever met," Priestly laughed. Piper was younger than he was but she seemed to be an old lady at heart. She did not get half of his references and always seemed to be a page behind. She was smart however, she could answer general based questions on a hard scale like no other. "But yeah, a movie would be nice."

Just as Priestly had almost gotten all of the veggies put away, the chime from the front doors echoed throughout the store. Of course someone would come in five minutes to closing, just after they had gotten everything put away. Priestly did not even turn around, he just continued to wipe the counters and prayed that they were just looking for directions.

"Can I help you?" Piper made her way over to new store occupant with a friendly tone in her voice. Priestly knew that she was just as annoyed as him but she would never show it. Priestly, on the other hand, would tell the guy just where he could stick his sandwich he isn't going to get.

"Is there a manager available?" The man asked Piper, sending chills all the way down Priestly's back. It was like the man gargled with a shot of whiskey with bits of gravel thrown in. He hoped the man worked in customer service somewhere. He would love to be able to call and hear that voice often.

"Yeah," Piper made her way past Priestly toward the back where Trucker's office was. "Trucker, you have someone here to see you."