It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty...pie.
WHO: Sindre and Søren
WHEN: August 14th-15th
WHERE: The Charleston
WHAT: Bitch, it's time to fuckin' bake.
RATING: PG-13 for...UST? :Dc
He was often bored before work. And he was often bored after work. Or at least he had been recently. There was just a lack of interesting people in Liberty lately. When he knew what a customer's usual was, he took it as a sign that he'd been there too long. But that was entirely beside the point!
The point was that he had the whole week off from work (which meant a whole week trying to forget the customers' usuals and thereby become less bored at work) and all he had to do in exchange was bribe the bossman with pie. He vaguely remembered some old kid story about giving a mouse a cookie and some cutesy repetition that went with it and settled itself nicely into the current situation.
If you make Søren bake a pie, you'll have to give him some company to keep him from smashing the kitchen to bits!
And so he found himself exactly one floor down, beating on Sindre's door and pleading for that much-wanted company, offering much in the way of bribes.
And then the magic words were spoken.
"Come on, you priss! I'll make you your own! Multebær!"
WHEN: August 14th-15th
WHERE: The Charleston
WHAT: Bitch, it's time to fuckin' bake.
RATING: PG-13 for...UST? :Dc
He was often bored before work. And he was often bored after work. Or at least he had been recently. There was just a lack of interesting people in Liberty lately. When he knew what a customer's usual was, he took it as a sign that he'd been there too long. But that was entirely beside the point!
The point was that he had the whole week off from work (which meant a whole week trying to forget the customers' usuals and thereby become less bored at work) and all he had to do in exchange was bribe the bossman with pie. He vaguely remembered some old kid story about giving a mouse a cookie and some cutesy repetition that went with it and settled itself nicely into the current situation.
If you make Søren bake a pie, you'll have to give him some company to keep him from smashing the kitchen to bits!
And so he found himself exactly one floor down, beating on Sindre's door and pleading for that much-wanted company, offering much in the way of bribes.
And then the magic words were spoken.
"Come on, you priss! I'll make you your own! Multebær!"