So, I've had writers block for the last couple of days...including this day; and maybe that's because my schedule has been get up, go to work, go home, take a shower, go to bed. My diet? Vanilla coke and fruit roll ups. And I know as a writer I should be able to work through all of this, right? Well good thing I can barely be considered a writer. XD
Anddd as I'd like to point out; I'm sure if someone reads this who works in a resturant and thinks; THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS! Yes, I know that's not how it works in many places; but the resturant which currently runs mine and Puppet's lives works this way so just go with it.
PS: A fountain, if I have not explained before, makes all ice creams, works the take out booth, works the counter, makes salads, makes any and all dairy drinks, and is overall in charge of any and all dairy products excluding cheese except that on top of said previously mentioned salads. (Just because that's probably not common knowledge).
Disclaimer: I own nothing but $1.54 in tips...lame. lol.
The prompt was given to me by Puppet (who is also a fountain) while we were working today, so it is VERY resturant related. Sowwy, lovelies.
Prompt: Fountain-ing, breaks, and Closing Shifts
Sean walked into work, his usually fake smile masking the annoyance and exhaustion he felt from the last week of ten hour shifts. As he walked through the lobby and into the employee only section of the restaurant greeted by the waitresses and dishwashers. He was the only one working fountain so after he signed in he went straight to work cleaning.
As he scrubbed the refrigerator from where someone had spilled chocolate all over it he stood up abruptly and found himself with a face full of someone's armpit. He jerked back, "Oh! Sorry!"
"Nah, nah, sorry, man; my fault…" Was the quick answer he received from a small man he was unfamiliar with, "The microwave was just broken…and…Sammy told me to come over here…" he continued to ramble even though Sean had already stopped listening.
"Dude, its okay, happens all the time; I just didn't see you…" Sean stated, hints of a real smile playing on his lips, "By the way, I'm Sean…"
"Tony…" he smiled, gesturing to himself with a small wave.
"So…you're new?" Sean began to ask but was interrupted by Sammy, an older Hispanic man who'd been working at that restaurant for the last ten years.
"Tony, get over here with that Queso; this order is going on eight!"
Tony's apologetic look to the blonde was answered with a sympathetic one, "I'll talk to you later…" Sean smiled and the other boy nodded, grabbing the cheese out of the microwave and walking the two foot distance between their stations.
After ten minutes, three trips over for more cleaning solution and five buss rags later Sean was done cleaning; and now up to his eyeballs in boredom. He looked over to the cooks station and saw the six slips waiting to be filled and rolled his eyes; knowing that six slips for the cooks now meant at least five slips for him in about a half an hour. He began stocking syrups and such but couldn't help but keep the newbie on his mind.
He was hot in an adorable sense, and Sean liked that. Now he just had to hope that their notoriously high turn over rate would not get to him too; but he would think of that later. A few hours later he could not help but feel bad for his new co-worker. Sammy's shift had ended right when a wave of orders came in; leaving the trainee alone for the dinner shift. Sean could not help but feel pity for the guy, the same thing happening to him annoyingly often when he had began too; something obscenely common for anyone who worked at that restaurant.
Sean looked guiltily at his dead station, his slips having been filled quickly and none more coming for the last ten minutes, and wiped his forehead on his arm. His restaurant was always known for being cold, but as a worker it felt hot as hell in their small workspaces. The worst part was, he knew that if he was hot working halfway in the freezer he couldn't imagine how the new guy must feel having to work over the grill. As he turned he watched the beads of sweat drip down the side of his face, and the look of stress accompanying it he felt even worse; and ever the Samaritan (for hot guys, I mean, come on, he wasn't Mother Theresa), he took the two step walk over to his station and leaned against the small edge of the counter.
"Hey, dude, can I get you anything? A milkshake or something?" he asked and the boy turned to him, surprised.
"Really?" he asked, sounding almost out of breath at having to move around so quickly.
"Yeah, you're working hard enough; I think you deserve it…" Sean smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter.
"Yeah, sure; that'd be awesome…" The Italian smiled gratefully at him and Sean couldn't help but return the gesture.
"Alright…what kind?" he asked, and the boy looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Chocolate…"
"And so it shall be done…" Sean smiled with an overly theatric bow and went to work making the frozen drink (yes, I know it took him about thirty seconds to do but that didn't make it any less of work). As he handed him the drink his playful smile was received with a grateful one as he walked back over his station and back to being bored out of his mind.
Luckily his next few hours were relatively busy enough and once his phone buzzed six o'clock he was overjoyed for his break. He clocked out quickly and once again smiled sympathetically at the new boy. He couldn't place why he felt so pitiful for the boy; and he'd love to tell himself that it was because he'd been in that position before, but the occurrence was common and he usually didn't feel so bad…oh who's anybody kidding? He felt bad because the guy was hot and not one of the other cooks who was old and could barely speak English.
He walked back over to the cook's station, "Hey, Tony…" he called to the boy, who turned to him abruptly.
"Yeah?"
"When did you get here today?"
"Uh…11:30…why?" he asked, flipping a burger.
"You had a break yet?" He once again took his position leaning up against the counter just out of everyone's way.
"Uh…no…" he stated, almost as if it were a question.
"Well come on, you're supposed to take them every six hours so you're already breaking the rules. Come on, Louis has this covered, right?" he asked, more to Louis than Tony.
The older, also Hispanic, man turned, "You haven't had your break yet?" Tony shook his head, his sense of confidence down after thinking he'd already done something wrong, "Then go, relax; I got this covered…" Tony nodded, slightly embarrassed.
"Follow me…" Sean gestured and walked down the dry storage hallway to the tiny closet the managers called their office.
"Hey, Missy, we're both taking our breaks now; it's been six hours for the both of us…" Sean stated and their manager nodded.
"Sure," She stated then smirked at Sean, her eyebrow raised knowingly, "And Sean, don't be a slut…" she joked and Sean rolled his eyes, taking a gummy bear that had fallen into his apron and throwing it at her playfully as he walked away.
"So, when did you start?" Sean asked, leading him out the back door and into the parking lot; sitting down on curb and taking his hat off; flipping his hair.
He smirked as he saw the other boy watch him do so intently, his new friend only then remembering to answer the question, "Uh…I started a couple of days ago…this is actually the first break I've taken here…" he admitted and Sean nodded.
"Yeah…sounds about right, they don't tell you to take breaks; if you don't remember to take them yourself you aren't getting one…" he laughed and Tony did too.
They talked for a little while about various work related things; Sean answering the questions Tony should have been informed about from the very beginning, "So, you work fountain right?" Tony asked and Sean nodded.
"Do you think I'd wear this stupid pink polo if I wasn't?" he smirked and Tony shook his head with a grin.
"So…does that mean…you're…you know…" Tony asked, his vague answer sounding odd, however, Sean knew exactly what he meant.
"A homo?" Sean asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I know it's none of my business the whole fountain job just seems kind of…you know…girly…" Tony stated nervously.
"Hah, it's okay; I get that all the time…and the answer is yes, but that is not the reason I work as a fountain. I'm a fountain because that was the only job I could get when I was searching for them when I was younger. And don't start getting elitist on me, alright? You may be a cook, but take a look at your apron; okay? There's an ice cream cone on it; not a hamburger so let's not play the 'whose job is more important' game; 'kay?" he asked with a smirk, also addressing the conversation he had with most of the cooks who worked at that restaurant. Most of them thought their job was more important than his, but most of them forget that in the slogan "Great Food & Ice Cream" the "Ice Cream" was not only larger, but got it's own line.
"Nah, man, I didn't mean to…so, yeah, you're gay?" he asked, trying to change the subject back and try not to anger the other teenager further.
"Yeah, and what about you?" Sean asked with a smirk at his attempt to lighten the conversation.
"I…" Tony stuttered, and the embarrassment was back.
Tony did not get a chance to answer, however, because Missy stuck her head out the door, "Guys, half hour's over, get back in here…" she stated and they both got up, Sean putting his hat back on and walking back over to his station.
After that conversation he was feeling relatively confident, however, and was not surprised when a few hours later Tony turned to him and walked over to his station, "Uh…Sean?"
"Yep?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of the slips he was working on.
"Sorry if you're busy I can…" Tony stated, taking off his gloves.
"Just say it…" Sean smirked at him with slight chuckle in his voice.
"When do you get out?" The question was short and nervous; and not surprising at all for the blonde who was already too confident in his abilities with cute guys.
"Closing…" Sean stated and Tony looked over at the large clock hanging between the two stations.
"That's in a half hour, and I get out now…so…do you…want to…maybe…do something after work…or…" Tony asked, ringing the gloves between his fingers.
"Sure, start stocking now so Louis will let you out in a half hour and we can clock out together, okay?" He smiled at him and Tony nodded, embarrassed at forgetting that almost no one at that restaurant left on time. If they did not know to start stocking at least a half an hour before they were supposed to leave they would no doubt be late getting out, and from what Sean could see; Tony had not yet learned that lesson.
About a half an hour later Tony walked over to Sean's station; who was just finishing up and doing his last wipe down of all of the counters, "Uh…ready?" he asked, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah, one second…" Sean smiled, dumping out the bucket of cleaning solution and placing it back in his rightful place, "Are you in the system yet?" He asked and Tony nodded, pulling out his card and swiping it at the register next to Sean's. The blonde turned to him and with a smirk began to walk out the door, "Come on, let's try and find somewhere that's open at ten o'clock at night…"
And with that, I tell you no more than that Sean and Tony both rode in Sean's car to work looking more tired than usual.
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I'm sorry if this, and my last few, weren't very good; I'm too tired and stressed out to proof read it. I'm so sorry...I don't think I could feel worse about this writers block but I'm trying to just power through it and I know you guys are worth more than these last crappy fics but hopefully my writing will get better once I get back into school and have more time. Like I said I'm sorry but I have to save up for collage somehow so...like I said...I'm really sorry.
A true, genuine thank you to all of the fantastic readers who may stick through this writer's block with me and Sean made milkshakes and thank yous to my reviewers.