Dishrag Days || Maya & Chase
Unreliable, a bit dim around the ears, and downright caustic. He was met with no finesse, just somewhat of a reminder that constant sunshine was a chore. To be honest, Maya and Yolanda were as different as sugar and salt– so to be in company of one meant he had to deal with the whole full course meal. That’s funny. It’d be a full courser if Maya was even a pinch capable of making a dish without it ending up going right through you. Kind of preferred not to sit at a porcelain throne if he could help it.
Well, it was… something. He could think all those things and say all those things, yet still manage to royally backstab his own sorry standards. His eyes flicked to his phone again. It was kind of like a bad habit, to seek out his phone like a lifeline. He wasn’t glued to the thing at all, no. It was just… convenient. To pull on one end of the string telephone and get someone pulling right back. On days that he didn’t have the spoons to handle another session of shallow small talk, he occasionally escaped to the back to toss in a few leftover scraps.
[ Chase to LMMistake ]: You’d think the downpour would do Brass Bar some good.
He could hear the rain pitter pattering from outside the window, and cursed it under his breath for another job-half-done. The customers were still coming in like usual. Hell, he could probably figure that the place was packed because it was raining. Or…maybe he was just a bit war-torn from the last couple of days in a rut, and less looked a lot like more. Tying up some of the trashbags that were on the verge of overflow, he left them by the backdoor before catching a glimpse of the disaster outside. What he wouldn’t give for an umbrella under the sun.
[ Chase to LMMistake ]: Umbrellas. [ Chase to LMMistake ]: New age curses for the weary.
Especially since he forgot to check the forecast. But hey, he’d camp out until it lightened up-- and escape to his humble abyss of a bachelor pad. Keeping his eyes peeled, he checked up on the counter and sighed dryly. Well. Duty calls. And at the end of the day, Chase ought not to be caught quintuple texting if he knew what was good for him. With a slide of his phone back into his apron pocket, he ducked away from his daily dosage of escapism.
Could he take a rain check?
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