Welcome to Wcdonalds - our new Cafe range means you can enjoy a low-caf-no-cap-macha-soychino at every hour of the day or night! The local university students love our restaurant as a midnight study location. Just ignore the broken machines and fire and the stranger in the dumpster.
Cletus slaps a hand against the counter, shaking the cup in the service workers face.
"I demand to speak to the manager!"
Rufus' shoulders slump, "Ugh, really? But then he's gonna come over here all pissed off and he'll make a real unpleasant face-"
"I don't care about *your* reprocusions, just get them over here you criten."
"Don't worry, I already heard the commotion."
Turning to the heavy stomping of combat boots, Cletus flinches at the dark look on the man's face. He seems to aim it not at them, but at the world.
"Argus, this guy is making a fuss for no reason-"
A stomp brought silence.
"What seems to be the problem?"
"Th- this imbecile, he com-completely messed up my order! I-I'm not even sure it's liquid."
The cup sloshes with the viscosity of slime.
"I see. Our apologies for the mistake. Let me correct that for you."
His words and actions feel robotic, like he's done this a thousand times. Taking the cup, it's thrown away with controlled anger.
"Rufus, give the man his money back. It'll be comming out of your pay check."
Cletus couldn't help but smirk as the lowly worker frowned and fished the cash out of the register, though he couldn't quite here whatever they were mumbling. The manager turned and began operate the coffee machine.
"And you will be taking the coffee station training again in your own time."
Feeling vindicated, Cletus lent forward on the bench, savouring Rufus sour expression. Though as his cash was thoughtlessly tossed towards him, that expression became devious.
"Here you go sir. Please enjoy the rest of your night and do visit us again."
There was no sincerity in his words. The cup was slightly crushed as he handed it over. On returning to his booth, Cletus realised he wasn't even sure if the manager had checked what drink he was to remake. He took a tentative sip.
It somehow tasted like nothing, yet left his lips curling and nose flaring as it travelled down his throat.
And in the distance, he heard;
"So when are *you* taking the barista training?"
"Why? I know what I'm doing enough to keep customers quiet. Hot liquid in cup. Simple."
Acquaintances-to-enemies fast food college AU my beloved. Here's Rufus working at Wcdonalds and giving you secret menu item. As well as the time after he stole Cletus' student ID to get feel stuff, then got Argus in on the deal.