Stan watched as a fairly angry and aggressive teen rushed out, spewing out angry words and turning back to flip the waiter off. Only in turn, earning it right back with other shouted words. He had to admit, he felt decently bad wanting to take the job right after what seemed to be a big fight, but he needed the money. Watching the waiter return, rather anxious looking he paused slightly seeing Stan's stare.
"Oh, did you, uhm-"
"See that?Yeah, I did,"Stan nodded in reply, raising a brow at the other's nervousness. Probably a bad work ethic to let customers see that, but Stan wasn't a typical customer.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to,"the shorter said, trying to save some face. He was only a couple of inches, if Stan had to guess, shorter than him, and he was quite nice looking. Reminded him of Kenny, actually, though he had a more pristine air than Kenny's country one. Only after looking closely did the teen realize he had a few freckles as well, earning a slight smile.
"No worries, is he gonna come back?"
"Hell if I know-or care, for that matter,"the bluntness in the comment earned a snort from Stan, who grinned politely and looked over. That was funny, he'd give the shorter that much.
Stan smiled lightly in turn, the other's grin was enough convincing for him. This place was some place in the middle of fucking nowhere, running on nothing but the steam of it's employee's, and Stan needed money.
"Hey so, if he's not gonna come back, that means you need someone to take his place right?"
"Well yes,"nodding, the waiter raised a brow at the other's question. It was odd, but he didn't know what to truly reply besides his 'yes'.
"I need money, and you guys need a new worker. So,"Stan's hands moved for a moment, trying to find something else to say. There was nothing else, he had laid it out as flatly as he could and he prayed for the moment that it worked. The waiter's eyes widened for a moment, before a wide grin replaced it.
"Weeeellll,"the word was drawn out, only drawing out tension,"Maybe. My parents run the place, so I'll tell ya what. I interview you, and if you're decent, I'll give you the job,"the waiter's comment was enough to make Stan nearly jump. Instead, he banged his knees on the table, earning a jump from the other, right before he began to laugh.
A soft huff of pain, before nodding quickly while tears pooled in his eyes. Regret. God dammit Stan. The waiter snorted, patting his back ever so gently. It was enough for Stan to, sort of, regain his pride. Or, what little he had left of it.
"I never caught your name,"his voice was soft, given the fact he didn't want to show he was wavering due to the pained tears. The waiter snorted, standing up tall he was in much better view now right next to Stan.
"Token, Token Black. I'm gonna take a guess, you're Stan?"Token question gently, grinning as he noticed the raven haired teen's eyes widening.
"Kenny told me,"he reassured before the other had a heart attack, blinking slowly. 'Why did he tell him my name?' Stan thought for a moment before shaking his head clearing his thoughts.
"Nice to meet you,"he greeted with a grin. The two set up their meeting, before Stan decided to head out and back to his room. Given they were in the middle of nowhere, he couldn't exactly go out to a non-existent town and explore. Closest was around 100 miles away, according to his phone at least. Deciding to catch up on his well needed sleep, the young man went up to his room. Plopping onto his bed he set an alarm for about 2 hours before the meeting so he could prepare and call his friends to let them know. Letting sleep catch up, the man laid down with a loud sigh.
Jumping at the alarm, Stan groaned lowly as he placed his hand over his eyes. He paused, looking down his face flushed with embarrassment. 'I had to fall asleep in my jeans and shoes, fucking really?' he thought, groaning once more before he sat up. It was only about 1 in the afternoon, so truthfully Stan hadn't gotten much sleep at all, but he needed to shower and redress once more beforehand.
Then it hit him, he had to call his friends. He knew well they'd worry, taking up a job in a place that had no other building for a good 50 or so miles definitely was a little risky. Even still, Stan was definitely trying it. He needed the money, and more over, he felt oddly at home in this place. It wasn't like South Park, where everything was always going on and making him nervous.
This place was different, it was a place that he could relax and settle down in. Not to mention, all of his possible coworkers were definitely sights for sore eyes.
Kenny was like a supermodel, reaching his height the blond was slim while maintaining some muscle, bright eyes that sparkled, and a smile that could kill. Not to mention the freckles that littered his face, after all. Then there was the tiny little tooth gap, something to set him aside and make his smile that much more unique.
Then there was Clyde, a fairly short kid with fluffy brown hair and an odd sense of style, though he made up for it with his adorable face and chubby cheeks. More chubby than the other two of his workers, he looked much more youthful and 'adorable'. Though he definitely was in the running of attractive, as his mischievous grin gave much more away.
Finally, Token, the waiter. Only a few inches shorter than Stan, he definitely matched Kenny in the handsome department. Fit, muscular, he had to have played some sort of sport, and the very subtle freckles that hid among his face was definitely a nice touch. Wide eyes that shine, a grin that showed only laughter and fun times, and his laugh. Oh boy, his laugh.
Stan was quite sure he was going to be happy here, even if it meant he was awkwardly trying to get around his little school-girl crush on all three of them. Pausing his thoughts to look over at the phone, he sighed slowly and began to dial. He'd have to answer a lot more questions than he was prepared to.
First off, was Kyle. He hadn't gotten a proper chance to talk to his super best friend, and now was the best time. While he was in a good mood over his possible future coworkers and the possibility of being able to stay in a hotel for work. Waiting, he finally picked up.
"Kyle Broflovski speaking."
"Collar ID ain't a thing anymore, dude?"
"Stan! I didn't have your shitty hotel's number saved,"the red head replied with a joking manner, snorting as Stan laughed lightly.
"Oh come on, it's not shitty. It's actually really nice, clean and all. And the food's amazing,"Stan commented, laughing in turn as he could hear Kyle groan and roll his eyes.
"Seriously? Is it that nice or is there someone holding you hostage and making you say that?"
"You caught me, the manager's son is holding a gun to my head and making me say it's an amazing place. It's all over now, you killed me Kyle,"Stan's sarcasm dripped in his words, earning a 'fuck you' in turn, with light laughs. He had to admit, it was nice to talk to his best friend again without other people interrupting them over the phone, and without his parents listening in on it.
The talk was small, awkward, something the two definitely didn't like. There was talk of weather, Ike's first couple of days at school, and how everything was going. Then Kyle began questioning what he was doing now, what he would be doing.
"I'm uh, gonna meet with the manager's kid. Token, he seems cool. He's only a couple inches shorter than me,"Stan avoided describing him, he'd slip up and make the horrible mistake of letting Kyle know he had a thing for anyone here. Let alone the three 'anyone's here.
"What's he like?"
"He's pretty nice, he got into a fight with the chef or whatever I think. He offered me a job if I impress him tonight."
"Stanley's got a date with his possible manager's kid?"The tone Kyle took then was enough to make Stan's face burn red, groaning loudly and angrily he wished he could flip his best friend off. What an asshole. Though, he wasn't wrong per se. Just, misguided in his comment.
"No! It's purely fucking business, we're just gonna have dinner and talk about it,"Stan replied, though during it his words slowed. Ok, so maybe it did sound like a date, but it was a business date! Nothing more, nothing less.
"Have fun on your date Stan,"Kyle replied, before Stan could deny it once more the ginger hung up. Groaning out in frustration Stan laid back, sighing deeply. God dammit.
It wasn't a date, no, that was just Kyle teasing him. Obviously! He had nothing to worry about, why did he even think he had something to worry about? Pff, he was fine. Preparing for the d-meeting. Meeting. Stan was preparing for the meeting and he was quiet excited, actually. Not only for the prospect of a new job, but the fact he'd get to make a friend.
Now, it was time to actually make it through the meeting. Oh no.