Hit 005 ~ Lunch [Action/Dictated]

[midhitgrope]

[Church/MacManus Action Filter]

Hey! Fuckwits! Get in here and get some lunch!

[Why, yes, that is the uncouth yelling of Rocco from the kitchen. He's been practising most of the month whenever he can get time alone in the kitchen, not letting anyone in when he's been working. It's been mostly sandwiches, if he's honest, but he'll work on building up from that...

Still, there's an array of sandwiches, with a variety of fillings, on a plate in the kitchen, and Roc looks pleased with himself.]

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[Fred and Barney]

Hey, you guys got anythin' on those part-time jobs? Like I said, I'll do almost anythin', man. It'll help get my skills up.

Comments

Flintstones Filter Forever

[bro_codebreaker]

Yeah, sure. I ... need to start hiring more staff soon, anyway. We're getting short. What sort of stuff can you do?

I just realised that.

[midhitgrope]

Well, nothin' fancy yet, but I can learn, not a problem. I'm a quick learner.

Church filter

[shepherdsveritas]

Oi! Shut yer fuckin' mouth, there might be people in th'church, y'know. [Connor scolds but he laughs as he steps into the kitchen]

Church filter

[midhitgrope]

I fuckin' checked!

And you're not the paragon of fuckin' perfect language, either.

Church filter :: threadjack ftw

[sixguns]

[A knife imbeds itself in the wall beside Roc. Hi there.]

Fuckwits?

tag order is for sissies?

[spiritusaequitas]

[Murph looks up from where he's -- already got a mouth full of sammich.

UH OH.]

Yup

[midhitgrope]

[And guess who's ducking behind Connor with a yelp. Protect him from your psycho da, Connor!]

I-I-I wasn't r-referring t-to you, Mr. MacManus, honest!

Sneakin' one in before I crash >_>

[sixguns]

[Noah gives Roc a hard look, though the boys might recognize it. Da's holding back a smirk.]

Watch yer mouth, gobshite.

LMAO

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor shoots Da a wink and cracks up, spinning around and grabbing Rocco in a headlock, mussing his hair]

Yer outnumbered, Roc. Might's well give up, now.

[midhitgrope]

No, sir. I-I mean, yes...

[And the realisation hits when Connor starts cracking up.]

Aw, you lot are just fuckin' me around, ain'cha?

This isn't fuckin' fair, man!

Filtered

[fredless]

I went ahead and talked to my friends about you. How does a part-time job at Caritas sound?

Filter forever~!

[midhitgrope]

That'd be great. Really, it would.

I've talked to Barney... Stinson? 'bout gettin' a job at WildKat, too. Keep my skills open, y'know?

[fredless]

Well, it sounds like you've got some pretty specific goals. Maybe this will help you get there that much faster.

[midhitgrope]

Anythin' in service is a plus. Especially if I want to have my own shop.

[fredless]

I can find a little bit of everything for you to do at the bar, but have you given any thought to something in particular?

[midhitgrope]

Food preparation, preferably.

[fredless]

I can definitely make that happen. Why don't you meet me there tomorrow morning around ten? I can show you around.

[midhitgrope]

Sure thing. That'd be great.

[fredless]

I'll see you then.