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* Draws him like a sneaky little shit *
Work in the City
Working in Vegas is weird as fuck. Concrete jungle type shit. I got lost in the parking garage every day for the first week. I was taking the fryer oil out with the 17 year old dishboy and we were blabbing about Casino robberies, wondering aloud if anyone had ever gotten away with it. We came out of the service elevator between the two buildings, took a sharp corner, and hit a crack in the cement ramp that pitched us and sent the vat of hot grease flying forward. It was falling toward me and I didn't even try to catch it, I just got the fuck out of there. It gushed everywhere; I nearly slipped and fell into the hot lava as I gingerly attempted to walk across the slick. The dishboy said halfheartedly “Oh man, do you think we’re gonna get in trouble?” I told him, “I doubt it.” Security put up some "wet floor" signs and we hung around to see what they were going to do about it. The black girl who works the security desk was keeping a perimeter around the hot oil but a crowd of Asian-American and Fillipino casino porters was gathering nonetheless to gawk and judge us harshly. We were in the dark chasm between Binion's and Four Queens that serves as a trash disposal/smoking area. There’s a small opening to the sky that provides some ventilation and a glimpse of the stars. I looked up past the air ducts and parking levels that reached five stories into the desert troposphere. It was drizzling on us. It was two AM. Overtime, baby.
I wanna ask 4 some JE sweet stuff from the best AKA you: Sweet Week is here, everyone has their sweets ready but the Rulos find the booty first, and guess what? They eat it. So now they have to get new sweets ready and their only hope is making them themselves in Arnoldo's kitchen. But u know sweet week is not all bout the sweets though it is the best part of it! I'd say you should add some dulce de leche to some sweet treats because there's nothing better than that! Happy ending, sweet moments!
For those of you not in the know- Junior Express is a Disney show from Argentina that Virfujiwara showed me a little while ago. It’s super cute and fun and musical and you gotta check it out!! If you like this fic, give it a go. It’s great.
Thanks for sending this in! Hope I got it all right! :D
[my ko-fi is open~]
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“You’re doing it all wrong!”
“No I am not,” Carlos said ina perfectly calm voice as he poured the bowl of dulce de leche over the pan ofcooling Maicenitas.
Ricardo winced at the sightand Rolando grabbed the bowl from Carlos. “No! You’re supposed to spreadit over half the cookies. Not pour itover all of them!”
Carlos’ face remained neutralbut, from the way he blinked rapidly, Rolando could tell he was stillconfused. “It is Sweet Week,” Carlos pointed out, as if the other Ruloshad forgotten. “We need them to be as sweet as possible.”
“But not like this!” Ricardopointed to the mess on the cookie sheet. “We need to make them look nicetoo! Not just messy globs of cookie covered in dulce de leche.”
Rolando started scooping upthe extra dulce de leche and putting it back into the bowl. Hopefully theywould still have enough. Arnoldo would kill them if they used up allof it. Beside him, Ricardo was trying to salvage the cookies previously coveredin dulce de leche. “Carlos, find some coconut for the edges,” he ordered.Then he groaned. “This never would have happened if we hadn’t found everyone’sstash of sweets!”
“It is unfortunate that it was left in a place we could findit and eat it all,” Carlos agreed from across the kitchen.
Rolando snapped hisfingers. “Focus, Rulos! Just be glad we haven’t been found out already.”
“Who hasn’t found out?”
All three boys jumped andturned to the door of the kitchen. Francis was standing there, usual towel overhis and soft, puzzled smile on his face. Relief coursed through the room. Atleast it wasn’t Arnoldo coming to yell at them for making a mess of his space.Rolando grabbed Francis by the hand and tugged him into the room. “We’reso glad it’s you! Listen, we need you to watch the door.”
“Watch the door?”
“Yes!” Ricardo pipped up witha grin.” Watch the door for Arnoldo and tell us if he’s coming. We don’t wanthim to know we’re here. Or anyone, really.”
Francis looked at theiranxious faces. “But— why?”
“We ate all the candy everyone bought for Sweet Week,”Carlos explained flatly. “We are going to replace it all.”
“You ate all of it?!” Francis’s eyes went wide. “Even mine?”
Rolando cast his eyes down,belatedly realizing he had not let go of Francis’ hand. “Yes... we’resorry.”
“Very sorry,” Richardo added.
“Yes,” Carlos agreed with anod.
Francis stared around at thekitchen. They had finished the bon bons earlier and were nearly done with theMaicenitas. Clearly they had worked hard. “It’s okay,” Francis said aftera moment. His cheeks turned a faint pink. “I had set something specialaside but...” He shook his head before any of them could ask. “I’ll do it.I’ll stand guard outside and make sure no one comes in!”
Rolando’s face litup. “Thank you, Francis!!” He raised their still linked hands and kissedFrancis’ knuckles. “We owe you for this!” The Rulos turned back to thecookies, missing the way Francis rubbed his hand and blushed before going tothe kitchen door.
Ristorantino Prequel Truthers how we feelin'?
Glasses Francis is something that can be so personal
A poor artist rendition of the very awesome Minecraft Francis on the teleportation episode
Doodles I did this morning, I am slowly returning
Excuse that horrible handwriting
“I took the liberty of sending you a video on how to do a bowtie properly.
You might want to check it before I change your Wi-Fi password (and Pxel thought I wasn’t paying attention...)”