“Look I’m not saying I actually punched this woman, I’m just saying that I wanted to. She was bat shit crazy so she should consider herself lucky.”
“What did she do that made her so crazy?”
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“Look I’m not saying I actually punched this woman, I’m just saying that I wanted to. She was bat shit crazy so she should consider herself lucky.”
“What did she do that made her so crazy?”
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“That’s true talent though, baking is hard work. I can cook decently, but put me in front of some baking ingredients I’m totally lost,” he admitted. “So, you could make like a chocolate cake with thin layers of chocolate pudding in between?!”
“I like both, but I definitely prefer baking.” Oliver considered for a moment, feeling to awkward to say no or to ask for payment from the other for the cake if he made it so he agreed instead and tried to push his thoughts aside. “Ganache or chocolate buttercream would be better, in my opinion, but if you really want chocolate pudding, that could be arranged.”
“Of course it is, but not a money maker. Well, first of all we aren’t talking about monetary money. Second of all - I’ve been paid before, so. Accidental prostitution is a real thing bro.”
“How do you accidentally accept payment from someone?” he asked curiously. There weren’t many times that someone had offered Oliver money that wasn’t on a paycheck, but he’d never been able to accept it, too embarrassed to admit that he was barely staying afloat most of the time. He’d always tried to save money but eventually things got bad for him and he went to get another tattoo instead of doing something else and dried up the meager savings.
“If worst comes to worst we run, okay?” she said with a small laugh. The song played on as the two of them swayed back and forth. “It’s really good! I’m having so much fun. What about you? Are you warming up to the event?”
“I have an unfair advantage if it comes to running,” he said with a laugh, gesturing to the floor. “I’m not wearing heels.” Oliver shrugged slightly in response to her question. “I should have saved my money, honestly. It’s not as terrible as it could be, but it’s not great either. Too many people.” He was more honest with Kennedy than most people, never having felt like she was judging him. Besides, they worked together often enough that she knew most of his issues anyway.
Kennedy had already danced several times tonight but wasn’t opposed to one more  song on the dance floor. The beat was mid-tempo giving the pair the option to just sway back and forth. “I can almost guarantee Rhett won’t beat you up,” she laughed as she put her hands on his shoulders.
Oliver put his hands high on her waist, glad for her company. “It’s the almost that I’m worried about,” he said with a laugh, not really meaning it. He trusted that she was sure of it. “How has your evening been so far?”
“I could definitely go for one of those right now,” Matthew stated, a small sigh escaping him at the thought. “Oh! I’ve been to that cupcake place, are you the magic baker behind those?” he began, “What are tortes?”
“One of the bakers, yeah. There’s another girl that I work with and we each do about half, really,” he explained. “A torte is a cake with a lot of thin layers with filling of some sort between them. They’re tedious but the end result is always worth it.”
“I don’t have baking skills. I make grilled cheese and french toast. I think my ass rivals my face for the moneymaker - my dick is the closer.”
“Grilled cheese is an essential skill, though. I doubt any of those are actually a moneymaker by any version of the definition.”
“Is there normally not a big turn out at these sorts of things? Are these sorts of things held on a regular basis or is this more once in a blue moon sort of thing?” Elizabeth asked, glancing over at the male. “Sorry for all the questions.” She apologized, chewing on the inside of her cheek.Â
“I’ve heard of a few of them, but I’ve never been to one before. I’m really not even sure why I came to this one,” he admitted to her, though really he suspected that it was because he was more than a bit lonely. “What brings you to Rockford?”
“You know, you’re about the third person to suggest those, I’m gonna have to get me some, just to make sure I’m not missing out,” Matt explained. “Pastries? Aw man, now let me hear about some of those. Do you make those turnover things? Those are my weakness. Especially if there’s that little icing drizzle on the top.”
Oliver smiled slightly at his comment. “Yeah, I can make those,” he said with a nod. “I work at a place that specializes in cupcakes right now, though, so I don’t make them often. I think my favorite, though, is tortes.”
“Of course, I would!” she told him. “I doubt Rhett we’ll mind, even if he did I wouldn’t care.”
Oliver smiled at her, offering her his hand. He immediately had no idea what he was doing, but at the same time figured it couldn’t be that hard. “As long as I won’t get beat up,” he joked as they headed for the dance floor.
Elizabeth laughed a little at his question. “Quite the opposite, actually. I’m used to this sort of thing, but I’m also used to knowing everyone in attendance, which makes avoiding awkward wall flowering easier.” She explained. “Just a little bit of new kid syndrome, I suppose. It’s a nice event though. I’m pleasantly surprised.”
Oliver nodded as he listened to her. “Well that makes sense,” he said, glancing around the room before nodding again. “It’s pretty nice, yeah. More people than I was expecting.” He hadn’t known why he had thought there wouldn’t be many people but, for whatever reason, he had and had been surprised to see as many as their were.
“What do you suggest?” Matt questioned with a tilt of his head as the man continued to explain. “Oh yeah? Do you have a specialty dish?”
“The shrimp puffs were really good,” he told him. “Mostly I’d be considered a pastry chef and I work at a bakery. I’m not sure I have a specialty when it comes to entrees and canapes.”
Matt laughed lightly, “Well, have you given anything else here a go? I might just be too biased on the quiche to really have a fair opinion about the quiche void.”
Oliver shook his head. “Just a few things,” he told him. “I’m not too hungry, really. Plus I prefer my own cooking for the most part.”
“Like I said you don’t know it is until you try it,” Matt replied, watching the man cautiously as he took his bite, “Is there a verdict?”
Oliver took a moment to taste the quiche, gathering his thoughts about it. “It’s pretty good, but  I still don’t think quiche void is a thing.”
“You clearly haven’t tried them then. You’d understand if you had one, one or two just won’t fill the quiche void you didn’t know you had.”
“I don’t think a quiche void is a thing,” Oliver said, picking one up and taking a small bite anyway.