„Tony goddammit help me and dont just stare!" shouted Mark while he leaned against the new, or rather the used one from a friend of Alex who said they could have it for free, oven. Now Tony was rather found of having an oven, infact everyone was. Everybody got wet at the thought of being able to make their own fresh pizza. But the only thing that stopped Tony from helping to get that oven into the bar was the fact that the oven was coloured in an soft baby pink and covered in hello kitty stickers. He could already feel his masculinity shatter by just looking at it, how would he manage to touch that.
„Should I get Corey?" asked Ash as he checked on these two. The bar already had a nice free spot for the oven and Ash was already excited like a child on christmas eve for this oven, so he would (try to) strangle Tony with his own bare hands if it would help to bring the kitchen supply quicker inside. But now Tony had an pretty strong internal conflict. And it wasnt helping that Mark just looked at him, daring him to do something. Oh he knows, that bear mask wearing motherfucker knows how easily Tonys pride is hurt and if Corey would bring this oven in, Tony would never speak to anybody for the next week again.
„Do we... Do we have gloves? Or something else? Just anything!"
„We have oven mittens." answered Ash matter of factly. Slowly the tigermask wearing man nodded and Ash sighed and walked back into the bar, just to came back after not even a minute with a pair of oven mittens in the form of bear paws. After a moment of staring Tony slowly took the mittens and put them on and looked back at the pink oven.
„Really? Bear paw mittens?" said Mark as he watched how Tony got in position to help lift the thing. With an groan both men lifted the oven up and made their way over to the bar. Ash, who was reliefed that he finaly could make Tony help, happily opened the door for both of them and guided them over to the empty spot in the bar. As the oven was lowered infront of the spot, Ash started to put the wires and cables into the places their suppouse to go, in the meantime snatched Mark the oven mittens from Tony and put them on. Doing the classy bear on two legs pose he exclaimed while laughing „The next time were going somewhere Im gonna wear them!"
Tony tried really hard to not burst into an laughattack and quickly excused himself while halfjogging to the toilets. There he could laugh as much as he want even if he has to fight the urge to fall to the ground of airlack because restrooms floors are pretty nasty. While Tony has his Me-Time Ash finally had the oven ready to go and with an huff was it pushed agains the wall. Quickly he switched it on and watched with statisfaction how the oven started to heat up.
„So what are we gonna do with it now?"
„Pizza, obvious." murmured Mark as he walked over to the fridge.
„Well yes we could. But we could also do something more" he made an little break while doing an circle motion with his hand „classy." At this the man wearing a bearmask looked at Ash as if he was loosing his mind.
„Classy? What do you want to do? Filet Mignon?"
„Nonono. I mean something more bakebale. Like cookies or a cake. We dont have to but if we'd do it I would have the needed stuff in the van." said Ash akwardly while rubbing his neck. Maybe he should have said his sister wanted to bake cookies but as soon as she'd found out she would have just told everybody how much of a sucker he was for baked goods. Slowly Mark walked over to Ash and laid a hand on the smaller mans shoulder while leaning to his ear „Im always a slut for chocolate chip cookies."