Stoick's Place - 8:15am
"Well... I think this all checks out rather well... excellent, in fact, ha ha..." Valka closed the files, concluding the interview as she stood up to shake both Heather and Cami's hands. "I mean, obviously, you'll both need to come in for a trial run... um... when are you next free?"
"Uh..." Cami looked at Heather, who shrugged. "Well, uh... I guess we both start at 5pm on Wednesday... see, they got a critic booked for that day at RBC, so they're putting all their focus on that... maybe, uh... eleven? In the morning, that is..."
"Hm... aye, we can work with that." Valka chuckled as she got out her calendar book and wrote down the reminder. "So... eleven on Wednesday... Heather and Cami..."
"Oh, great. I just... thanks so much for this, Mrs Haddock..." Heather had her hand over her heart as she said this. "You really don't know what this means to us..."
"Aye, it's no trouble at all, dear..." Valka smiled, before sighing gently as she rubbed her forehead and thought about saying something. "Um... I was just wo... um... ugh, no that's stupid..."
"Wait, what is?" Cami asked.
"Nothing, it's just... well... if you don't mind me asking, girls, w... what's it like working over there at RBC?"
Ruffnut's Baking Company - 8:23am
When Tuffnut called him, Hiccup had left Astrid sleeping in bed as he took his bike down to the restaurant. He walked through the empty dining area to the office where Tuffnut had told him to go, slowly opening the door to it. "Uh... hey, Tuff... y'in here?"
Tuffnut wasn't there, so Hiccup simply rolled his eyes as he entered the office. The computer screen that came with the cameras the twins had bought was set up on the table, and for some reason was surrounded by several scrunched up tissues and sheets of toilet paper and kitchen towel. Closing the door silently behind him, Hiccup went over to the table and put his briefcase down, leaning back against the table as he used his left hand to take out his glasses.
SPLAT!
He went slightly wide-eyed as he felt his right hand touch something on the table. It felt very sticky, almost like glue or paper mache paste, and he looked behind him to notice that his hand had directly landed on one of the tissues surrounding the computer. "What in the w..."
"Oh, Hiccup! You're here!" he turned to face Tuffnut as the latter entered the office. "Thank gods..."
"Uh... hey..." Hiccup tried to wipe his hand on the back of his trousers, but it wasn't any use, so he kept his hand behind his back so that Tuffnut didn't notice. "So... where is everybody...?"
"Oh, Ruff's on her way here, and I think the two traitors are coming soon, too..." there was a surprising tone of bitterness in Tuffnut's voice as he said this, walking behind the desk and logging into the computer.
"Whoa-whoa-whoa-wait... traitors? Tuff, what are y..."
"Heather and Cami!" Tuffnut snapped as he slumped down in the chair. "Those two bitches got a job interview at some other restaurant... they're over there right now... fuckin' skanks!"
"Alright, alright, don't use that language..." Hiccup sounded defensive as he said this. "So... did they tell you this, or did you use your spy camera?"
"Spy camera, obviously... ha ha..." Tuffnut finished logging in and clicked on the video. "Told you this thing'd come in handy, Hiccup... here, check it out..."
Monday - Dining Area - 8:38am
"Are you fucking kidding, of course it is!" Heather squealed as she suddenly darted forwards and wrapped Cami into a hug that was tight even by Cami's usual, Bog Burglar standards. "Yes, yes, yes! This is so great! We're finally getting the fuck out of here!"
"Great to hear you agree..." Cami wheezed uncomfortably before Heather finally released her. They were both excitedly giggling as Heather scrambled to keep hold of the sheet. "W... when's the interview...?"
"Tomorrow. 8am... we're the first ones she's got in..." Cami said confidently, patting Heather on the back as she said "I also did some other counting about wages there, Heather..."
"Uh... what counting?"
The audio glitched out for a moment, before coming back on again as Cami finished her sentence and Heather began hers. As Hiccup stood behind him, Tuffnut nudged him with his shoulder as he said "this is when things get interesting... ha ha..."
"Dr... oh, you mean... y'mean Windsh..."
"Windshear's Palace. Correct." Cami brushed her hair aside as she stood confidently and arrogant. "So yeah... no need to thank me or anything... ha ha..."
"Geez..." was the only thing Hiccup could say when the footage showed Heather and Cami kissing and then going further than that. He averted his eyes when Cami's shirt was opened, but Tuffnut kept watching. "Alright, Tuff... alright, that's enough!"
"Yeah... pretty hot, huh?" Tuffnut said with a perverted grin as he paused the footage, prompting Hiccup to look at him with a disgusted scowl. "Seriously, Tuff?"
"Yeah, seriously... look, Ruff's gonna hit the ceiling when she finds out what they're planning to do. She's gonna get mad at me, and she's gonna get mad at them, and she's probably get mad at whoever they're trying to work for..."
"Ugh... right..." Hiccup scratched the back of his head nervously, before saying "have you got any idea where they went..."
"Nah... the volume glitched before they decided to screw... didn't hear where it was..." Tuffnut took on a slightly quieter, but more mischievous, tone as he leaned closer and said "but, uh, just between the two of us, Hiccup... y'know, man to man... I've had some uh... well, don't tell Ruff, but I've had a little happy time watching this, if you catch my hint, ha ha..."
"What? Happy time?... Tuff, what the Hel are you t... oh Gods..." Hiccup went nearly catatonic as the realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. He stared with dread at the soggy tissues on the table, going wide-eyed as his throat began to tighten while Tuffnut looked at him ignorantly.
"What's up, man?"
"Ugh... oh, g... eek... bl... FUCK!" Hiccup kept his hand over his mouth as he darted out of the office to the nearest bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. "BLERGH! GGEEERCH! Oh, son of a BLLLARGH!"
8:31am
"Oh, hey... where'd you go to?" Tuffnut asked nonchalantly as Hiccup came back in, still frantically scrubbing his right hand before shoving it into his pocket to avoid further contact with anything else in the office, including Tuffnut himself.
"It doesn't m... ugh, man... it doesn't matter..." Hiccup sounded weak as a kitten and his skin had turned a notably paler shade while he tried not to throw up again. "Look, can I go now?"
"Well, what do you want us to do about this whole Heather-Cami thing? I mean, we can't just have 'em walking out on us, especially with that critic coming on Wednesday..."
"Tuff... I really don't care..." Hiccup groaned as he picked up the suitcase and headed towards the door. "Do whatever you think is right... however misguided it may be... ugh... I just gotta get the Hel outta here..."
