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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2011 21:09:19 GMT -8
Coricopat wrinkled his nose, poking at the meal in front of him. His ears lay back and his lip curled in a sneer at it. "This is what we're serving for breakfast?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 21:12:56 GMT -8
Peter gave him a rather unimpressed look. "Is there something wrong with it?" he demanded, not too pleased to be working New Years day anyway, and certainly not to deal with the damn mottled tom.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2011 21:16:57 GMT -8
"To begin with? The eggs are underdone, and the ham is overdone, it's the texture of rubber."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 21:19:30 GMT -8
Peter's eyes only narrowed at that. "I shall have you know, we have some of the best cooks in the city working here," he snapped. "You're just..." he bit back his comment on what exactly the damn lawyer was.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2011 21:20:53 GMT -8
"Holding you to the standard of the hotel?" He replied, asking with an arched brow.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 21:28:21 GMT -8
Peter's scowl only increased at that. "You arrogant sod," he snapped. "Why are you always around here anyway?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2011 21:32:00 GMT -8
"Because I work here. What's your excuse?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 21:42:15 GMT -8
Peter gaped at the other in sheer shock and rage.
It was about that time that Mac held the door open for Griddlebone, walking in on a mostly empty restaurant.
Peter turned at the sight of the red tabby and stalked up to him, throwing the towel he had been holding down on the ground. "I'm sick of dealing with this," he snapped. "Find a new damn cook."
Mac blinked at the shorter cat. "Um, what?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2011 21:45:11 GMT -8
Griddlebone's eyebrow rose sharply, glancing at Mac in confusion.
Cori watched the cook go, a smug smirk on his lips.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 21:48:15 GMT -8
Peter shook his head, stalking out, throwing his apron on a chair on his way out.
Mac continued to blink, his eyes finally scanning the room and noticing Coricopat. "Cor..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2011 21:52:22 GMT -8
Coricopat arched an eyebrow as he sipped at his drink.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 21:56:08 GMT -8
"The hell?" Mac asked, shaking his head. "It's bloody New Years and you 'et the cook ta quit?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2011 22:00:53 GMT -8
Cori smiled thinly. "Yes, it is New Year's. Three hours of sleep." He glanced past Mac to where Griddlebone was standing. "I hope that work went well."
Grids ears flickered back a bit at that, her chin rising as her pride was pricked.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 26, 2011 22:12:20 GMT -8
Mac nearly growled at Coricopat. "It went fantastic," he said, voice low and border-lining dangerous. "Enjoy the rest of the party then?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 26, 2011 22:16:27 GMT -8
"Oh, it was riveting. Besides, that cook's been a pain since you hired him."
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