-Scrubbie-
Scrubbie had the misfortune of not only being a Dishie on the Rocket League field, but also a dishie in real life. He worked at a Snag Stand that presented him with uncomfortable parallels to his Rocket League career. Ungrateful, privileged chefs endlessly cooking snags, while it was all he could do to keep his head above the grease.
All he wanted was to go home, shower off the grease that seemed to settle in his every pore, and collapse in bed. He grabbed his meagre belongings and headed for the door, but the next thing he knew, there was a wall of muscle in front of him.
"Ah!" he yelped as he bounced off the person blocking the door.
"Omg whoops I'm sorry lol. Are you okay!?" the person exclaimed, and Scrubbie wanted to cry. Standing over him, offering a hand to help him up, was the very person Scrubbie hated most – or at least, tried to.
Scrubbie took hold of the corded, muscled forearm and was lifted to his feet. He could feel his face heat up with embarrassment. "I'm okay," Scrubbie said, smiling despite himself.
He knew it was wrong to be this friendly with a Chef. But he just kept popping up all over the place, and he was always polite to Scrubbie despite being this massively popular RL player, and Scrubbie was too tired to put on a glare.
So he smiled, and when Swabbie asked for his name, Scrubbie told him without hesitation.