Simcha and Tirzah (by @queensqueercourt) have lost the tf2 oc contest, so they decide to hang out together to forget about it...
(~390 words / 1 minute read)
The two youngs continued walking through the suburbs of the arid city. The two interns had already agreed a few streets back to keep quiet, but the taller teenager, in blue clothes, still had a few more words stuck in her throat.
— …And the fucked up thing is that we don't get paid. We don't get paid!
— I know, Tirzah, I know…
— We run around in that sandpit, get shot at, organize all the paperwork… We deserve at least a little more, don't we?
— I know, Tirzah, we've been at this for half an hour… How about we just stop by the snack bar and forget about it?
— Okay, okay… That one's kind of far, huh?
— The ones that aren't contaminated with lead water are kind of far indeed — Simcha, the teenager in red clothes, moved their hair back, trying to alleviate the heat, and then adjusted their glasses — But look, there at the end of the street!
The interns collected their orders. The diner was already busy, so the two teens preferred to eat on a park bench, which was less stuffy. Simcha, with their soda and cheeseburger on one side, and Tirzah, with her hamburger and nuggets on the other. Lunch was indeed tasty, but Tirzah still had some complaints:
— Damn it, we get called up for morning training with Soldier, and I'm almost certain that's not in our contract!… They could at least give us an honorary award, an employee of the month, I don't know!
— A participation medal, maybe? — the teenager laughed and took a sip of his soda.
— Ha ha ha. — The teenager in blue clothes chewed a nugget, discontented. — …Although it wouldn't be a bad idea. Brodie and Brady won once, didn't they? We help with the mail just as much as they do!
— Tirzah, you're taking this too seriously… I'm more worried about enjoying the weekend, I'm going to get some beads and finish the bracelets for the team.
— … True, true… It's been a while since last time I played my bass…
— See? That's the spirit.
— … True, true…
They both enjoyed the quiet of the square. Having someone to share the defeat with was more comforting.
In silence… Complete silence
— But what about a gift card? They surely have money for at least one gift card!