Miracle of miracles, ne? I finally revived this story! Special thanks to everyone who gave me ideas! (Midnight, Triad, Vil, 'Lena, VI...yeah, I think that about covers it)
Oh, and for the people that don't know yet, PicardPiers. I mean, Picard=Piers...yeah...'bout that...
Well, on with the long awaited chapter!
Chapter 12: Wonderboy
Picard's apartment was nice. So nice, in fact, that Isaac and Garet were somewhat reluctant to leave it at night for work. But the rent didn't pay itself, and they had to eat somehow, so they grumbled quite a bit and headed off to work with a cheerful Picard.
Isaac decided it had to be one of the worst days in his career. The dance club was busier than it had been in a while, and typically the soda machine had broken. He was trying desperately to fix it around getting orders and performing his regular job. Several angry customers had already informed him that they were going to complain to his manager.
"Stupid...worthless...piece...of...junk..." Isaac began emphasizing each word by hitting the inside of the machine with his wrench.
"Um, excuse me."
"Yes, what can I d-ow!" Isaac had hit his head while trying to extract it from soda machine. He looked up to the counter, seeing stars.
"Are you alright?" a young man was standing there. He had spikey brown hair, and blue glasses covered his eyes completely.
"Yes, thank you, I'm fine," Isaac put on a forced smile. "What can I do for you?"
"I think I know what your problem is, can I go back there?" the young man asked.
"Knock yourself out," Isaac muttered. The young man nodded and ducked beneath the counter. He came up on the other side, and stuck his head in the soda machine. "Ah! I thought so!"
A few minutes later the soda machine was up and running.
"Thanks, I'm Isaac, what's your name?" Isaac asked.
"Triad Orion."
Hammet chose that exact moment to come up to the counter. "Isaac, I've been getting quite a few complaints. Is there a problem?"
"Not anymore, Triad here fixed the soda machine," Isaac motioned to Triad, who nodded.
"Good work," Hammet congratulated him. "We need a handy man, what do you say to the job?"
Triad looked a bit stunned, then after a moment, managed to say something. "I think the term would be maitenance..."
"He'd like the job," Isaac nodded.
"Good, you can help Isaac behind the bar," Hammet nodded, and moved away.
"'I think the term would be maitenance'?" Isaac turned to him.
"I don't want to be a handy man," Triad grumbled.
"You mean you don't want the job?"
"No! I just don't want to be called a handy man."
Isaac nodded. "Alright, Wonderboy, I think one of the nacho machines in the back needs a tune up."
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Triad Orion not being the author, but the character created by the author. Why? Because he's just so darn cool. ^_^ Thanks for giving me permission, Triad!
Oh, and for the people that don't know yet, PicardPiers. I mean, Picard=Piers...yeah...'bout that...
Well, on with the long awaited chapter!
Chapter 12: Wonderboy
Picard's apartment was nice. So nice, in fact, that Isaac and Garet were somewhat reluctant to leave it at night for work. But the rent didn't pay itself, and they had to eat somehow, so they grumbled quite a bit and headed off to work with a cheerful Picard.
Isaac decided it had to be one of the worst days in his career. The dance club was busier than it had been in a while, and typically the soda machine had broken. He was trying desperately to fix it around getting orders and performing his regular job. Several angry customers had already informed him that they were going to complain to his manager.
"Stupid...worthless...piece...of...junk..." Isaac began emphasizing each word by hitting the inside of the machine with his wrench.
"Um, excuse me."
"Yes, what can I d-ow!" Isaac had hit his head while trying to extract it from soda machine. He looked up to the counter, seeing stars.
"Are you alright?" a young man was standing there. He had spikey brown hair, and blue glasses covered his eyes completely.
"Yes, thank you, I'm fine," Isaac put on a forced smile. "What can I do for you?"
"I think I know what your problem is, can I go back there?" the young man asked.
"Knock yourself out," Isaac muttered. The young man nodded and ducked beneath the counter. He came up on the other side, and stuck his head in the soda machine. "Ah! I thought so!"
A few minutes later the soda machine was up and running.
"Thanks, I'm Isaac, what's your name?" Isaac asked.
"Triad Orion."
Hammet chose that exact moment to come up to the counter. "Isaac, I've been getting quite a few complaints. Is there a problem?"
"Not anymore, Triad here fixed the soda machine," Isaac motioned to Triad, who nodded.
"Good work," Hammet congratulated him. "We need a handy man, what do you say to the job?"
Triad looked a bit stunned, then after a moment, managed to say something. "I think the term would be maitenance..."
"He'd like the job," Isaac nodded.
"Good, you can help Isaac behind the bar," Hammet nodded, and moved away.
"'I think the term would be maitenance'?" Isaac turned to him.
"I don't want to be a handy man," Triad grumbled.
"You mean you don't want the job?"
"No! I just don't want to be called a handy man."
Isaac nodded. "Alright, Wonderboy, I think one of the nacho machines in the back needs a tune up."
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Triad Orion not being the author, but the character created by the author. Why? Because he's just so darn cool. ^_^ Thanks for giving me permission, Triad!