[chapter 1.] Can't you see...
Smithers walked inside Moe's Tavern with his head hunged in shame after a fight between him and his beloved boss Burns, long after Moe's drinking buddies have left. He sat down on the stool in front of Moe, sighing deeply.
"The usual" Smithers said tapping his fingers against the bar. Looking around at the again ran down bar after him and his former business partner spit after the gays lost trust and business went to shreds.
Moe rolled his eyes, fixing Waylon a Scotch and water, rolling it to smithers, "Lemme guess why youse here again? It's dat damn Burns ain't it?" Moe questioned in a rather grumpy tone in his voice, having a new hatred for Burns as he got to know him better.
"Pretty much, he got mad at me for being two minutes late...I just wish…I could be a better employee for him…" Smithers sniffed as he felt fresh tears coming down his eyes, taking a swig of alcohol.
Moe scoffed and folding his arms, "Youse is betta dan at work dan anyone I knows...he's needa realize nobody's perfect" Moe scoffed again. "He's needsta gets his foot outta his ass" Moe mumbled his breath.
"We I can at least be prefect…in his eyes…" Waylon sighed, resting his head on his hand, ignoring the noticeable tears on his face. "Who knows…maybe he'll see me as an equal someday...turns out a business didn't help much at all" Waylon took another swing from the glass. "And I gained nothing that..."
Moe's turned a light shade of red from anger, "Well dats good to knows" Moe said with a hint of jealously and anger in his voice. Fixing Smithers a new drink.
Smithers faintly smiled, a little amused by Moe's sudden jealously, "Well I have someone who knows i exist" waylon chuckled, than sighing and frowning once one. "But nothing else..." waylon said, drinking the whole glass of Scotch and looking at his watch, "Well it looks like it's a little after closing, might as well get going," Waylon said stumbling out of the bar.
"Will youse eva get it though dem thick ass glasses off yours and realize bone face won't loves ya's?" Moe grumbled under his breath when Smithers was out sight. Moe rolled his eyes while taking his apron off bundling it up to a ball and climbing on top of the the bar and resting his head on the balled up apron. "He don't even knows youse exist" Moe cut off the single light in bar before sighing deeply and falling in a deep sleep.