Thudding his head onto the metal railing, Drake wasn't sure what to do. Not just that he's being hated, it's also that he just met Murdoc and get hated in a few seconds. Not much of a friendly welcome, huh? Drake's thoughts wandered about as he relaxed a little, releasing the tension from his firm muscles. He really didn't want to fight Murdoc, especially the last time he was in a fight, he knocked the guy out cold and almost killed him. Shuddering at the horrible thought, Drake shakes his head with regret and lifts his head up from the railing and goes back into the building. Drake walks into the galley and sees the Cyborg. Drake looks at the robotic girl. "You can go ahead and take a break. I'll handle dinner tonight." Cyborg just simply saluted and left the room without saying a word. Leaving the older Massacre boy alone in the galley.
A few moments pass and Johnny walks in on the now-working Drake in the galley. "What are you up to, Drake?" Johnny asked, half-teasing and half-serious. Drake was cooking dinner, Italian style. The younger brother could smell the delicious sauce that the keyboardist was creating and Johnny could feel his mouth water. Drake looked in the pantry and found a box of pasta. He takes the box and puts it on the counter. "I'm just cooking." Drake replied in Johnny's question.
Drake opens the box of pasta and pours in half the box into a pot of boiling water since he's feeding Murdoc, Kurt, Johnny, 2D, and himself. He goes and checks on the sauce he's making and stirs it with a wooden spoon. Drake then lifts the spoon and blows gently to cool off the surface and tastes it. Satisfied, Drake smiles and washes out the spoon. "I don't want Niccals to have to hate me forever, y'know..." Drake says.
Johnny takes out a chair from the table and sits down. Rocking the chair ever so slightly, Johnny then says, "Well, you know how he can be. Just-" "Difficult? Stupid? Idiotic?" Drake interrupts with a cold tone in his deep voice. "Or maybe IGNORANT?" Johnny couldn't help but agree to this. Murdoc always want things his way since it's his island. Well, that doesn't mean he has to treat everyone like crap. Drake turns off the stove and takes out 5 plates and sets them on the table. He also takes out 5 forks as well. Drake sees the pasta done, he chose the bow-tie pasta (the one that Johnny likes the most). He drains the pasta and checks to see if it's dry completely before putting it on the plates. He then takes the sauce and ever so gently and gracefully puts it on top of the pasta. Drake takes out Parmesan, chili powder, salt, and pepper as condiments and puts them in the middle of the table. He looks at Johnny and says, "Go get Niccals, Uti, and Pot. I've got dinner ready for 'em."
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