Fic: Fire At Will
Title: Fire At Will
Word Count: 448
Characters: JewWario and Michaud
Prompt: The beginnings of the Michaud/JewWario bust up over Liz, if you please my good woman. (If we've still decided that's what is going to happen)
Disclaimer: None of these gentlemen are mine.
JewWario had never been called into Michaud's office before. And he wasn't exactly inclined to think that this was going to happy fun times. For one thing, you'd have to be pretty blind not to notice the big Critic/Chick/Michaud drama brewing nearly all the time.
For another, he was the bartender, it was his job to listen to the bitching. And lastly, Michaud had walked up to him when his shift was starting, when he was preparing the drinks and chatting to Liz and Linkara and loudly stated that they needed to talk. So yeah, he had an ever-so-slight feeling of dread.
And holy catgirls, this place needed some brightness to it. Japanese lanterns, maybe a pretty fan stuck on the door... okay he was a walking cliche, but he was never good with cold silences.
"You wanted to see me, boss?"
Michaud took off his glasses and leaned back in his seat, no readable expression on his face. "You've been here for at least ten months now, right?"
It had really been that long? "Yes, sir."
"How you finding it?"
It's dark and messy and terrifying and there's a blonde girl making it just a little bit better. "If I hated it I'd have left by now."
There was a trace of a smile on Michaud's face. "This place keeps you in."
Fuck it, he couldn't take much more of this. "Was that it or are you getting to a point?"
Uh oh, he poked the bear. So very stupid. "You and Liz, you aren't very subtle."
"It's not like other people aren't-
Michaud interrupted him with a noise akin to a crow. "Ohh, but this is different from just fucking. And this isn't even a white-knighting thing like the bouncer and Mary, this is something like..."
"Love?" People here needed to get over that fucking word. Stop pretending, stop playing games and just goddamn say it.
"Who d'you think is going to win here? A forty year old bartender who indulges her ego or her boss that can throw her out and get a newer, younger girl in?"
He was trying so hard not to scream here, trying so hard to keep his cool. "You firing me?"
There was almost a flash on kindness on his face. "No. But I'm changing your shifts. If she works, you don't. Vice versa. Isn't that kind?"
"S-so that's it? I'm not allowed to work around her anymore?"
"Yep!"
He clenched his hands and gritted his teeth. The things he could do with a baseball bat right now... "You- you're acting like an anime villain."
The man just smiled. "And doesn't that make things so much easier?"
He couldn't answer.
Word Count: 448
Characters: JewWario and Michaud
Prompt: The beginnings of the Michaud/JewWario bust up over Liz, if you please my good woman. (If we've still decided that's what is going to happen)
Disclaimer: None of these gentlemen are mine.
JewWario had never been called into Michaud's office before. And he wasn't exactly inclined to think that this was going to happy fun times. For one thing, you'd have to be pretty blind not to notice the big Critic/Chick/Michaud drama brewing nearly all the time.
For another, he was the bartender, it was his job to listen to the bitching. And lastly, Michaud had walked up to him when his shift was starting, when he was preparing the drinks and chatting to Liz and Linkara and loudly stated that they needed to talk. So yeah, he had an ever-so-slight feeling of dread.
And holy catgirls, this place needed some brightness to it. Japanese lanterns, maybe a pretty fan stuck on the door... okay he was a walking cliche, but he was never good with cold silences.
"You wanted to see me, boss?"
Michaud took off his glasses and leaned back in his seat, no readable expression on his face. "You've been here for at least ten months now, right?"
It had really been that long? "Yes, sir."
"How you finding it?"
It's dark and messy and terrifying and there's a blonde girl making it just a little bit better. "If I hated it I'd have left by now."
There was a trace of a smile on Michaud's face. "This place keeps you in."
Fuck it, he couldn't take much more of this. "Was that it or are you getting to a point?"
Uh oh, he poked the bear. So very stupid. "You and Liz, you aren't very subtle."
"It's not like other people aren't-
Michaud interrupted him with a noise akin to a crow. "Ohh, but this is different from just fucking. And this isn't even a white-knighting thing like the bouncer and Mary, this is something like..."
"Love?" People here needed to get over that fucking word. Stop pretending, stop playing games and just goddamn say it.
"Who d'you think is going to win here? A forty year old bartender who indulges her ego or her boss that can throw her out and get a newer, younger girl in?"
He was trying so hard not to scream here, trying so hard to keep his cool. "You firing me?"
There was almost a flash on kindness on his face. "No. But I'm changing your shifts. If she works, you don't. Vice versa. Isn't that kind?"
"S-so that's it? I'm not allowed to work around her anymore?"
"Yep!"
He clenched his hands and gritted his teeth. The things he could do with a baseball bat right now... "You- you're acting like an anime villain."
The man just smiled. "And doesn't that make things so much easier?"
He couldn't answer.