WHO: Jan Valentine bitchin_beanie, Lyle Dylandy cherudim_sniper (and any other employees if they wanna stop by) WHAT: BROMANCE A new employee and some booze and smokes! WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen WHEN: After this thread.
So it took Lyle a good half hour to find the place. The map Jan had scrawled him might as well have been crap on a paper. He wasn't sure if it was a joke, or maybe he was going to lead him into the local whore house or something. That would have been a good laugh.
Soon enough, Lyle made his way through the door, glancing around at the place that was soon going to become his place of employment. Well, he couldn't really complain. Jobs were hard to come by, even where he came from. His eyes fell on Jan, and he waved.
"Yo. Good to see your ugly mug in person." He was grinning broadly as he flopped down in a chair near Jan. He glanced around at the stash of bottles. Definitely an assortment. As long as it wasn't horsepiss, it'll work. "I really can't thank you enough, bro. I thought I was gonna die out there."
Jan's grin was on nearly as soon as Lyle was through the door. He returned the wave with a lazy one of his own before the hand flopped back down to dangle off the side of the chair again. The kid did look kinda familiar, didn't he? But Jan had never talked much to the guy he looked like, so that didn't matter too much.
"Man, I have so fuckin' been there." A lazy grin to accompany the lazy wave. "Help yourself! Shittier than what they've got at the bar here, but at least you don't gotta deal with the bitch that owns the place."
Jan couldn't quite hold back the sneer as he thought of said bitch. Kasa. Yeah, he made it a habit to stay as far away from that place as he would a place that advertised 90 year old titties. Maybe he could send someone else there to restock their alcohol.
Lyle grabbed a bottle that looked like some sort of beer, and pulled off the cap. Not really needing to bother with a glass he took a good long swig. The stuff was stronger than expected, but for an Irishman like himself that just made it better.
"Ooooooh shit, that feels SO much better...." he said as he felt the rush of the alcohol to his head. "I've needed a drink since I got on that mother fuckin' boat...however I got there." He brought a hand to his forehead and started to rub it carefully. "This whole place is just one shit fest after another. So, Tieria, the purple haired man woman - he really works here, eh?" He sounded pretty disheartened by the idea, and instead took another swig from the bottle. "I was hoping that maybe he was just bustin' my chops when he said it...."
sob so belated, but i have to fix itbitchin_beanieApril 22 2009, 03:16:05 UTC
Jan watched Lyle drink, almost envious. Almost. But there were things that tasted better than beer, as he'd discovered, and at least he had those to keep him going. So instead he pulled his gaze away and regarded the wall fondly instead.
"Yep! We got the dickchick." Jan called up an image of his coworker to mind. He still privately doubted that Tieria really didn't have any tits. He'd have to demand to be shown one day. Blame it on some work policy. Shirtless Fridays, maybe. He'd have to work on that.
"Makes a pretty good manager," Jan had to admit, and did it with only slightly less enthusiasm than he could have. Praise wasn't something that came all too easily. "Fucker wouldn't know a good time if it hit him in the mantits, though." He'd had to tack on a complaint to go with it, really. Had to. It was just the way of things.
"Yeah, I thought the Tieria from where I came from is bad...this one is even worse, probably because my brother is still around." Lyle let out a long groan, as he took another chug from the bottle. "For some reason, whenever Neil is around, its like everyone needs to bend over, kiss his ass, and worship the ground he walks on. He's not a bad guy, but god DAMN does that get fucking annoying."
Oh well. He'd rather have his brother alive and shooting rainbows from his ass, than dead and well...probably still shooting rainbows from his ass from beyond the grave. Lyle glanced over at Jan and held the bottle out in his direction.
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Soon enough, Lyle made his way through the door, glancing around at the place that was soon going to become his place of employment. Well, he couldn't really complain. Jobs were hard to come by, even where he came from. His eyes fell on Jan, and he waved.
"Yo. Good to see your ugly mug in person." He was grinning broadly as he flopped down in a chair near Jan. He glanced around at the stash of bottles. Definitely an assortment. As long as it wasn't horsepiss, it'll work. "I really can't thank you enough, bro. I thought I was gonna die out there."
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"Man, I have so fuckin' been there." A lazy grin to accompany the lazy wave. "Help yourself! Shittier than what they've got at the bar here, but at least you don't gotta deal with the bitch that owns the place."
Jan couldn't quite hold back the sneer as he thought of said bitch. Kasa. Yeah, he made it a habit to stay as far away from that place as he would a place that advertised 90 year old titties. Maybe he could send someone else there to restock their alcohol.
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"Ooooooh shit, that feels SO much better...." he said as he felt the rush of the alcohol to his head. "I've needed a drink since I got on that mother fuckin' boat...however I got there." He brought a hand to his forehead and started to rub it carefully. "This whole place is just one shit fest after another. So, Tieria, the purple haired man woman - he really works here, eh?" He sounded pretty disheartened by the idea, and instead took another swig from the bottle. "I was hoping that maybe he was just bustin' my chops when he said it...."
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"Yep! We got the dickchick." Jan called up an image of his coworker to mind. He still privately doubted that Tieria really didn't have any tits. He'd have to demand to be shown one day. Blame it on some work policy. Shirtless Fridays, maybe. He'd have to work on that.
"Makes a pretty good manager," Jan had to admit, and did it with only slightly less enthusiasm than he could have. Praise wasn't something that came all too easily. "Fucker wouldn't know a good time if it hit him in the mantits, though." He'd had to tack on a complaint to go with it, really. Had to. It was just the way of things.
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Oh well. He'd rather have his brother alive and shooting rainbows from his ass, than dead and well...probably still shooting rainbows from his ass from beyond the grave. Lyle glanced over at Jan and held the bottle out in his direction.
"This shit is good, you should really try it."
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