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@misohee
spencer is, in spite of everything, excited to be working again. he loves the crow’s nest, he has since the first day he walked through its doors for his interview. he’s seen blood scrubbed from its floors numerous times, knows his own blood painted the floor at one point, and it feels as if that’s part of what gives it life, what makes the bustling dangerous energy of the place all the more raw and real. it is not just that he can walk into the staff room at any time and steal a kiss or two or three, or that he knows he is protected by the arms that cradled him as he floated over and back over the line between life and death. he is, still, attracted to the thrill of it, the nightly risk of a brawl or a...well, maybe he’s not so partial to the idea of the occasional shoot out anymore. but the therapist his parents insisted he see says that’s perfectly normal.
“so, this is our pos system - insert obligatory ‘piece of shit’ joke here,” he gestures to the set of touch screen monitors at the back of the restaurant, uses a game show flourish and a grin, always the court jester, even when training new hires. she is pretty and skittish and learns quickly, and spencer knows she’ll fit right in (he knew the moment he’d seen his pen, branded with the name of the hospital that had saved his life, stolen from the bedside table in his room, tucked in the pocket of her apron that she’d fit right in because she was just like their manager: doe-eyed and sticky-fingered).
“but i call her tina. she seems to like it when you sweet talk her. so if she starts acting up, whisper a few sweet nothings, give her a little tickle, and she should be good. you gotta be nice to the tech so it spares you when there’s a robot uprising,” he taps one of the screens to life, types in his code and steps aside to give sohee access, gesturing to their latest ticket.
“it’s pretty straightforward. everything’s laid out pretty clearly, except the drinks, which are weird because the bar has a whole system that makes zero sense to me, but if you ever run into trouble there just yell at chansol and seoah’ll fix it for you.” he leans his hip against the counter casually, prepared to walk his trainee through any assistance she might need, then sends her an encouraging smile, “alright, go for it.”