"Oh man!!" laughed Duo, not being able to stop himself. Heero's eyes
continued to burn angrily as his face covered in frustration.
"I will not ask you again, what do you..."
"Heya 'lil buddy!" a husky voice interupted Heero, followed by a hard
yet friendly pound on the back. Next to him, stood an overly obise man
wearing a similar outfit. Which was a total abomination, everything being a
size to small. His receeding hairline thinned in grey strands under the
purple paper hat on his head.
"You bein' good to the customers?" the fat man questioned, swinging
one arm over Heero's shoulder.
'Oh that guy is so gonna get it...' Duo pointed out in his head, as
he studied the man's chunky frame. But Heero never did anything at all. He
actually allowed the man to have his arm over his shoulder, as he stood just
as he did before the extra weight was added on.
'Woah, why isn't Heero moving away? Or atleast threatening him...'
Duo wondered, 'guess he didn't wanna get fired.'
"I'm Pete! The manager of this here place. And this here guy is
new, so don't mind him!" Pete hollard with a hardy laugh, reaching into his
pocket and grabbing a small piece of white paper. He peeled off the backing
and slapped it to Heero's apron. It read: "Hi! My name is Duo and i'm new
here, how may I help you?"
The real Duo quirked an eyebrow at the tag. "Duo hmm? Well, it really is a
is small world after all." he grinned slightly.
"Now Duo, how do we here at Greasy Pete's greet our customers?" he
questioned with a smiled.
"Yeah *Duo*, how do you greet paying customers?"
Heero's eye twitched ever so slightly as he forced the words out
flatly. "Welcome to Greasy Pete's," he began, slowly shifting his gaze in
embarassment, "where our meat is your treat. What can I get you." his
expression tightened.
Duo's lips swerved up into a smirk, as he smuggly leaned to one side.
"A buger. Fries. Snap to it!" He knew he was going to pay for that
last remark, but Duo decided to take advantage of something this funny.
"You heard the man, boy!" barked Pete, leaning off and allowing Heero
to pass by.
Once again the huge man's face lit up into a smile, as he sucked in
his gut and sat down in the booth seat infront of Duo. The wood moaned
quietly under him. "I like your attitude! How would you like to work for me?"
Duo's face gew into a huge sarcastic smile.
"Oh! Lil 'ol me work here? Wow! What an honour!"
The jolly man just sat there waiting for the response, smiling from
ear to ear. "So?"
"Uuuh, let me get back to you on that."
"Okay! But ya better hurry! Positions here are filling fast!"
"I bet." Duo mumbled.
Soon after that, Heero returned, balancing a tray on his right hand.
"Welp', enjoy your chow!" Pete winked, "don't forget my offer!" And
with that, the chubby man sat up and waddled off.
Heero dropped the tray down infront of Duo on the table, causing the
fork to jump up and fall to the ground.
"Um, excuse me," he looked at the sticker tag and sneered. "*Duo*,
you dropped my fork."
Wincing his eyes, Heero growled at him. And Duo could tell by that
little furious spark in his eyes, that he was really pushing it now. Heero
slowly sank down, not loosing the angry eye contact with Duo until his head
ducked under the table reaching for the fork.
"Life is sweet." the braided boy purred to himself. "And wait till
the others hear about..." But before he could finish, he felt a sharp pointy
object poke harshly into his leg. "Hey Ow!!" Duo looked down at the
crouching Heero, who pushed the fork more into his calf.
"You tell no one about this." Heero said sharply.
"You really think i'm afraid of a fork?" Just then, he heard the
click of a revolver from under the table. Slowly he leaned over, shifting his
gaze to Heero's other hand. Duo's face suddenly went white.
"But I *AM* afraid of bullets. Heh."
