Lance Mclain

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          As if it wasn’t enough that he was brought out of whatever hell he’d been in, they couldn’t even give him a pizza the way he wanted? Actually– if they’d been able to bring him out of hell then why couldn’t they put chocolate on pizza?! Ridiculous. All he wanted was some kind of comfort food.. 

     His hand slammed on the counter and he stared the guy straight in the eye from behind his sunglasses. “It’s not the same if I do it myself,” he argued, obviously frustrated. “It’ll be cool once I take it home, and it doesn’t melt right once it’s cooled down.”

     He sighed. An attempt to calm himself. “Listen, if I bring the chocolate will you guys prepare it the way I’m asking?” He didn’t even understand why he was being so insistent; he just really wanted the chocolate pizza. 

Lance felt his entire spine shiver in fear as the chocolate addict slammed his fist into the table. First of all, rude- the counter top did not deserve that- and secondly, Lance might be very tempted to loose that customer service smile in a few seconds.

Lance paused as he thought about the customers request. He knew that he couldn’t really do that- since it was out-of-store product, but he also didn’t want the manager to get involved with this guy if they didn’t have to.

He sighed and replied with an eyebrow raised.

“We can maybe make sure the pizza stays warm while you get some- but you’ll have to come back and still put the sauce on yourself. Company policy and all that. If you understand that.” He replied, as serious as he could without showing his already obvious annoyance towards the guy.

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Lance stared at the man behind the counter. listening to the outrageous complaints with a pounding headache adding even more stress to the matter. 

He looks at the pizza that they gave him- and mind you that was a perfect looking pepperoni pizza. not too many pepperoni’s- not too much cheese- even though damn pizza could be an endless pile of cheese and he wouldn’t mind. It was a delicious looking pizza. and Hell if he wasn't getting paid he would eat it right in front of the customers face.

 That idea wasn’t getting too shabby when the blond male continued to blabber, finally Lance sighed and decided to reply.

“Look dude. We don’t put chocolate on pizza ...if you want chocolate on it then get some syrup and drown the thing yourself but we just. we just don’t do it here. Sorry??”

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Lance scanned his eyes around the large furniture depot store- so many designs going from little kids rooms to for-rich-people-but-not-really in just one level of the store. Both Pidge and him were almost lost in the place. Didn't help that they both were like kids left in a MacDonalds playground- a much larger MacDonalds playground but still a playground- assuming justice over every display mattress and couch cushion.

Ah no. there it was. Their distraction from what they truly were supposed to be doing.

“Yo Pidge! They have an electronic section!” He could feel his own face curl up into a devious smile.

 What stuff could they play with? what mischievous things could they ruin or- perhaps make better but also get them kicked out? who knows?

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Hello everyone! Sorry life has struck me in the butt for the past few weeks ;v; here is Lance’s starter app! (finally) 

no caps for right now- spam the shit outta me dudes and dudettees~!