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butchef:

“ so my pot was simmering over, we had two minutes left to finish our dishes fro the exam, and the dumbass kid that’s cooking next to me decides to start making a risotto - right fucking then. it made me so mad that i ‘accidentally’ elbowed my sauce pan and knocked it right into his risotto pan. “ alex looks way too animated about telling the story of how he almost failed his last final of senior year, but there’s a bit of humor in his voice that would give anyone an indication that it doesn’t bother him too much. “ the kid turns to look at me in pure anger and shock, and im still internally trying to figure out how i’m going to finish everything with the minute and a half i have left, and i just replied with ‘ri-sorry?’ that sophomore almost beat my ass right fucking there. “

“fascinating,” aubrey yawned, barely listening, “i assume you passed, since you’re here, after all.” she turned, focusing on alex, “that other dude probably failed though, seeing as you totally sabotaged his dish,” she let out a dramatic sigh, “probably was his only chance to achieve his dream of being a world famous chef, but that was all derailed by you and your horrible risotto pun.”

#c; alex #c

lucapatel:

from the kitchen, it was difficult to hear the argument. all that came through was a muffled shouting - it was the talking of the other guests that caught lucas attention more. he looked away from his station, dropping the lettuce he was chopping whilst grabbing a rag to clean his hands. despite the looks of warning or concern from the guests, luca followed the shouting until the words were more clear and he was lead to the voice. “ hey! “ he spoke loudly, trying to refrain from shouting as he instinctively put himself between aubrey and the man. looking at her to explain, rather than giving him another chance to open his mouth, luca asked, “ what’s the matter? are you alright? “

aubrey was, admittedly, shaken. not used to aggressive outbursts, she was a little shocked. “he’s, uhm,” she started, “he’s pissed because we have no tables available. i tried to explain that, like, people wait for months to get in here.” she drew in a shakey breath. “but he’s a fucking buffoon who doesn’t understand the concept of first come first serve. but i’m peachy, just dandy. i don’t need any help, i can take care of myself.”

#c; luca #c

kadenlocked:

he looked over towards the rage of the customer, his hands currently fiddling with plates given to him via the wait staff but still focused on the coversation, does he need to do something? or just watch? well, since he was close by. “ hey, man. go. ”

something about kaden’s interjection seemed to snap the customer out of his rage. the man snapped his jaw shut and spun on his heel, disappearing out the door. aubrey caught her breath before turning on kaden. “i could have absolutely handled that my damn self, you know. i don’t need anyone saving me.”

#c; kaden #c

trouvaillespastries:

“Oh I look like this because of your em, how did you say it? Charming character traits?” Cecelia said rolling her eyes slightly at the younger woman.

“ooh, tell me how you really feel,” aubrey needled, seeing how far she could push cecelia. “would you not say i’m charming? how would you actually describe me then?”

#c; cecelia #c

aubrey winced a little as the customer in front of her continued his tirade. spit had begun to fly out of his mouth, but he was clearly seeing too much red to care. she drew in a deep breath, “i’m sorry sir, there just aren’t any tables available, you should have made a reservation.” she tried, her voice sickly sweet, praying that this would make him realize he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. but of course, this sent him further into his furious spiral and he slammed his fists on the table, making aubrey jump.

#open starter #starter #trouvaille:start

trouvaillespastries:

Cecelia did her best not to huff when she turned around to see Aubrey. “Good morning dear, why so pessimistic today?”

“i’m pessimistic everyday,” she responded, a sharp grin revealing the sarcasm in her words, “it’s one of my many attractive and charming character traits.” she snorted at the look on cecelia’s face, “wow, you look just thrilled. is it my presence or the thought of being trapped in this hellhole all day?”

#c; cecelia #c

trouvaillespastries:

“Good morning everyone. I am running on coffee and stubbornness so lets just all pray for a good day, yes?” Cecelia was clearly exhausted but still managing to smile as she took her jacket off and moved into the hub of the staff area.

aubrey looked up from her phone at the flurry of activity at the door, she raised an eyebrow, “it’s probably going to be a terrible day. we’re gonna be busy tonight, hope you have more coffee. or something stronger.”

#c; cecelia #c

murcno:

steph winced slightly when she noticed the mood aubrey was in. it was probably not the best time to ask her for favors, but it was already too late. she observed the girl’s face as she tasted the sauce, remembering what had happened the last time they were this close. she let out a small “hm,” at her response and took a spoonful for herself. “mango and passion fruit.,” she answered, “it’s for a twist on an eton mess.”

aubrey sniffed, it was an admittedly good sauce, and would likely taste incredible in an eton mess. she bit gently at her lip, “i think it might be a bit sweet, especially with all the other sweets in an eton mess. but its good - the dessert will be really good.” it was an uncharacteristic kindness, a moment of weakness and a soft spot for steph.

#c #c; steph #ur tags are wild what does it meme

murcno:

“help me?” she pleaded, steph had five pots going, all with slightly different concoctions in them. “i promise they taste good,” she said holding out a spoon for the other to taste. she wasn’t usually the type to ask for help but she was kind of stuck on what tasted best.

aubrey lifted her head up from where she had it pressed against the cool metal table. even the slight movement sent pain shooting through her skull. she fought the urge to snap something rude at steph, her peaceful quiet disturbed by the other’s pleas. aubrey wordlessly licked the spoon. steph was right, whatever it was was fucking awesome, but aubrey was not in the mod for kindness. “i’ve had better,” she shrugged, “what was that?”