Oh sure, I didn't spend very much time on this. It's not supposed to be great. Or long. I just felt like writing.
Robert Muldoon was not one for waiting on people. He could wait for hours just for a single shot at his prey, yet when the dentists assistant asked him to wait half an hour for the dentist, he lost his cool. This whole 'Jurassic Park' thing wasn't doing much for him, either.
Eight years. It had shaved eight years off of his life. He had significantly increased his alcohol intake as well. In a way, he had damned his liver to hell when he accepted this job from Hammond. He rather hated Hammond at the moment.
Following Arnold down the strangely empty halls of the complex, Robert was catching that sinking feeling. Where the hell were they going? The Staff Lounge? It certainly looked that way. Neither of the men liked it there. Often the slacking workers smoked their asses off. While this didn't seem to bother the chain smoker at all, Muldoon could not stand it. Chances were, Arnold didn't like the accursed room because it held the vending machine Nedry preferred using. Often Nedry was gobbling the food from the machine as though he had not eaten in days—though the fat bastard had usually just eaten a meal.
The Kenyan sighed as his chain smoking companion lead him directly to the staff lounge. Arnold tossed a glance back at him, as though to assure he was still there, before rapping his fist twice on the cool metal door. A single clear knock was returned.
Muldoon tapped his foot as he watched Arnold go through the meticulous routine of opening the door. Slide card. Punch in code. Yell, 'Damn it!'. Slide card again. Punch in code. Open door. Bracing himself for a brutal punch in the face by second-hand smoke, Muldoon gobbled a final breath of fresh air.
The air had been filtered clean of smoke. The card table formerly at the side of the room had been pushed to the center and adorned with brightly wrapped packages. A cake lay in the middle of the flimsy little table. Four longer tables were pushed against the edges of the room and held assorted snacks and beverages. His co-workers were lined up under a large, decorative banner that read 'Happy fiftieth Robert!' in large colorful letters. Arnold scampered to an open space in the line, right next to Wu. The countdown began, lead by Hammond, who seemed oddly excited.
"Five, four, three, two, one!" The old man shouted. His co-workers suddenly burst out into song, big grins plastered on their faces.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Robert…Happy birthday to you!" Clapping and whistling erupted, mingled with the few jubilant cries of joy. For once, Robert happily accepted these people for what they were. His very own, dysfunctional family.
Short, short, short. I needed to write something though. So, review and tell me what you thought? Thanks. Bye.
