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Tuesday, 9:05 AM
Unfold the napkin, fold it diagonally, do it again, flip it over.
"Nooo," Finch complained under his breath when he noticed he'd done some step very wrong. His napkin pyramid could barely stand.
Tommy Boy on the other hand was almost finished folding his whole pile of napkins. He pretty much had the victory to their competition in the bag, but that was nothing Finch could accept. He quickly grabbed the next napkin in his pile and began folding it. It looked awful, and couldn't stand either. The good part was that Finch folded three in the time that Tommy Boy folded one.
"Slow," Finch informed him.
Tommy Boy took one look at Finch's finished napkins. "Worse than amateur."
"At least I'm winnin'," Finch lied. Tommy Boy only had a couple left. Finch had at least ten.
The sound of someone clearing their throat in the waiter's passage madfe both boys look up. Hannah stood in the doorway.
"Don't tell me you're makin' that a competition."
Finch looked at his lame excuses for napkin pyramids, and wished he could lie and say that he barely knew how to fold. His and Tom's last napkin competition foiled that plan. The purpose of that one had been to fold the nicest napkin, and Hannah had commented on how good Finch's was. Finch resorted to simplynot responding to Hannah's statement, and instead just refolding the so-called pyramids. When Hannah left to check on the group who were getting flowers outside, he resisted the urge to insult the second teacher of the day.
"I won," Tommy Boy said casually.
"Fuck you," Finch insulted Tommy Boy instead.
"I'm gonna see how it's goin' in da kitchen," Tommy Boy said.
He hopped off the stool and walked away. Instead of taking the waiter's passage there, he went the long way around, which only meant one thing. He was gonna call Sarah. Finch laid his head on the unfolded napkin in front of him on the bar. So much for a fun day in the dining room with his best friends. One stuck with another task than the other two, one talking to his girlfriend because he had finished so quickly, and the final one procrastinating, alone in the dining room. Said final friend only lied with his head on the bar for a minute before getting up and walking around it.
"How's it goin'?" he asked, slamming the door to the waiter's passage open. It slammed right into the counter, knocking over a box of spoons.
"Betta' two seconds ago," Sniper sneered. "At least then I only had ta polish glasses."
Sniper bent down to pick some spoons up.
"Yeah... sorry 'bout that."
"I might forgive ya if you help me wit 'em."
Finch looked back at the unfolded napkins. It'd be fine. They weren't exactly going anywhere.
"Sure. Do I take the glasses?"
"Nah, they's mine," Sniper sighed. "I's been polishin' for ten minutes, I got the flow now. I's already been lectured fer stoppin' once when I went visitin' the kitchen."
Finch looked up. In window one, Smalls was finely chopping onions.
"So the teachers're as tired as I am of you two?"
"Ha ha," Sniper sarcastically pronounced. He took a second before continuing. "Nah, we were just playin' with the heatlamps again."
"Classic Sniper," Finch said.
A sudden light in his face made Finch lose his thought. With his arm shielding his eyes, he directed them to the kitchen window again.
"Givin' 'im a tan?" Sniper said beside him.
"He needs it," Smalls, who was lighting the lamp right at Finch, said. "Even more than you do."
"Fuck off," Finch irritably said. "You both.
"What's I done?" Sniper asked.
"Yer datin' her," Finch laughed.
"Fair enough."
Finch grabbed as many spoons as he could with one swoop of his hand across the floor.
"These look clean ta you?"
"Well, even if they's clean, ya gotta polish 'em."
"Come on, man," Finch whined.
"They were on the floor. You gotta clean 'em." Sniper seemed to be finding enjoyment in Finch's pain.
"Fuck you, man," Finch said, bending down again to pick up the last few spoons.
"Yeah, you's my best friend too."
Finch aggressively put the spoons on the counter, and grabbed a throw in the same fashion.
"These all go in the same box when I polish 'em?"
"Well, yeah, dummy, ya knocked them out a' da same box, didn't ya?" Sniper sniggered.
"Aaah yeah." Finch looked at the stupid box he'd knocked. Why did the waiter's passage have to be so damn narrow.
As if some demon had been tuning into Finch's thoughts, just as he'd asked himself about the passage's width, things in there turned to hell.
"Sorry, I need ice," Henry appeared, starting to work with the ice machine in the corner.
"Move!" Mike shouted, busting in through the other door. "I cut myself on the roses! There's blood!" He started washing his finger in the sink, right behind Finch and Sniper.
"Excuse me, fellas," Jack went in two seconds after Mike. "Can someone hand me a dish tray a' wine glasses?"
"On it," Sniper put his pint glass an throw down, and squeezed himself in between Henry and Mike. He wouldn't possibly manage to lift the tray of fragile glasses across the passage.
"Excuse me, we need a soup jug!" Race's appearance was the last thing the tiny corridor needed. But of course they got more.
"Don't mind me, I'd just gettin' paper!" Elmer slid into the middle of the room. Close behind him was his sister, also known as the teacher.
"Patrick, ya still have napkins ta fold!" she told him.
Finch couldn't hold back the evil laugh as he let the spoon and throw go, and turned to speak to Sniper.
"Good luck with the spoons," he grinned.
"Thanks," Sniper said sarcastically, being once again flipping Finch off in an amused manner.
That had been a quite accomplished half hour. Lost a napkin-folding competition, gave Sniper more work, abandoned Sniper to do the work alone, and now had to re-fold some sloppy napkins.
Accomplished.
Very short one this time, but there's a good reason...
I had no idea where to go with this chapter, and was very excited to start writing the next one.