| Several months previous.. |
[26 Nov 2006|09:20pm] |
"You do not got what it takes, little man, to roll with the big boys," Pedro grumbled in a low voice to the younger man standing anxiously beside him. The older man looked cautiously over his shoulder to the rest of the kitchen then looked back at the kid. "Don' even be talkin' about this shit with me, you know?"
"Man, you don't even know me," Lance shot back, pointing at himself and casting a wary glance around. "You might think i'm just some stupid kid but I've got what it takes. Let me work with you, man. I can do shit you don't even think i'm capable of."
Pedro snorted as he continued on with his work, chopping vegetables in the back of the Road Kill Grill's kitchen. "Whatever kid, you wanna work for me and my boys, you gotta proove to me you really want in on dis. So far I seen you wait tables like shit and you can't even wash a dish 'round here to save your life."
Lance rolled his eyes, "That has nothing to do with anything, man. Just give me a shot. Let me in. Tell me what it is I gotta do to proove to you I can do it."
Pedro thought about it momentarily. His thick brow lowered in deliberation and his hands continued to idly chop vegetables with the knife in his hand. "Okay," he said finally, eyes not moving from his work, his voice calm and casual, "You really serious about this, then there's one thing you do and get away with it, then you in."
Lance's eyes lit up and he looked around eagerly. "What is it? What do I have to do?"
The blade of Pedro's knife continued to chop the vegetables infront of him. "You kill the old man, then we talk. Deal?"
Lance narrowed his eyes. "Deal."
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| Pushing the Season |
[26 Nov 2006|10:28pm] |
The water was running, the microwave was beeping and Aidan was on the phone, trying to keep the tiny cell at his ear while searching out a colander and closing the refrigerator door with his foot.
Thank god he had such a small kitchen.
“Ma… c’mon, isn’t it a little early for this?” he asked, frowning to himself.
( Ma )
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