paddy's temper gets the better of his organising.
Who: Anyone lurking in the kitchen and Paddy. Eventually, though, Parker. He'll need her.
Where: Kitchen.
When: About ten minutes after Donny announces what Clapet was up to.
What: Paddy's cracking a little. Call it stress.
He hadn't really thought about the knives on his last dinner shift, or any of the recent ones. He trusted his staff, and his main concern was making sure only a very specific amount of food was used; and then worrying about whether that was too much.
So when Donny mentioned a knife being used to kill someone, he'd gone searching through his knife, re-counting them again. There was one missing.
Shit.
Shit shit shit. That was all Paddy's brain was capable of. He looked at Donny's hazy reply on his communicator, and swore loudly, "Fucking fuck fuck!" Then threw the communicator hard across the kitchen at the wall. Paddy had been working virtually non-stop for the past few days and had thought he was entirely on top of things until today. He pressed his palms hard into the side and tried to calm down. It wasn't working.
He just couldn't take this any more. Especially if he'd have to start killing things. Especially now people had died.
Where: Kitchen.
When: About ten minutes after Donny announces what Clapet was up to.
What: Paddy's cracking a little. Call it stress.
He hadn't really thought about the knives on his last dinner shift, or any of the recent ones. He trusted his staff, and his main concern was making sure only a very specific amount of food was used; and then worrying about whether that was too much.
So when Donny mentioned a knife being used to kill someone, he'd gone searching through his knife, re-counting them again. There was one missing.
Shit.
Shit shit shit. That was all Paddy's brain was capable of. He looked at Donny's hazy reply on his communicator, and swore loudly, "Fucking fuck fuck!" Then threw the communicator hard across the kitchen at the wall. Paddy had been working virtually non-stop for the past few days and had thought he was entirely on top of things until today. He pressed his palms hard into the side and tried to calm down. It wasn't working.
He just couldn't take this any more. Especially if he'd have to start killing things. Especially now people had died.