Jack leaned against the counter, hand open and looking like slightly-cooled magma. Ryan held the pan over it, a pair of eggs sizzling away.
"Well, if you'd get the stove fixed-"
"I've been trying, but they keep coming up with these bullshit excuses, and I can't really tell them why." He wanted to slap the counter, but settled for rolling his eyes.
"No," Ryan sighed, "I suppose not. I guess we'll have to find another way to-"
"Light a fire under their asses?"
To Sinclair's astonishment, Ryan returned the smile, then dished up the eggs.
"This is embarrassing."
Jack leaned against the counter, hand open and looking like slightly-cooled magma. Ryan held the pan over it, a pair of eggs sizzling away.
"Well, if you'd get the stove fixed-"
"I've been trying, but they keep coming up with these bullshit excuses, and I can't really tell them why." He wanted to slap the counter, but settled for rolling his eyes.
"No," Ryan sighed, "I suppose not. I guess we'll have to find another way to-"
"Light a fire under their asses?"
To Sinclair's astonishment, Ryan returned the smile, then dished up the eggs.
"Order up."
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