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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 21:37:09 GMT -8
Mac sighed, rubbing a paw over his face. He'd closed the restaurant down for the day, calling in as many cooks as he could find to try and find any to replace that ungrateful bastard Peter. He'd rather pull his claws out than hire any of the last five that had walked in.
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Post by sybbil on Feb 6, 2011 21:53:53 GMT -8
Oxford Howe hesitated at the door to the kitchen. His credentials in his briefcase at his side, the large white cat couldn't really figure out why he was so nervous. Just another place to work, that's all. And if he didn't make the cut, he could look someplace else. Jesus, why was this so hard? Straightening up to the full extent of his rather considerable height, he gently opens the door.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 21:57:10 GMT -8
Mac glanced up to look the latest interviewee over. He wished he could make Cori do this. "Hello," he said, glancing down at the paper in front of him. "Mr. Howe. Have a seat."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 6, 2011 22:08:32 GMT -8
"Thank you, sir." He sits in the chair indicated, which creaks ominously under his ponderous weight. His slouch is only partly rectified by the straight-backed chair, as he is far too tall for it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:13:22 GMT -8
((Psst, past tense honey.))
Mac crossed his paws in front of him on top of the table, looking the other over. Huh. He was certainly bigger than most cats he knew... honestly, he wasn't sure he was entirely happy with not being the biggest cat in the room. "Well then," he said, glancing down at the notes in front of him. "You seem to have a good enough resume..."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 6, 2011 22:27:35 GMT -8
(( Right.  )) "Thank you again, sir. Been lots of different places, served lots of different masters. And if you don't mind, most call me Ox, sir. Never did like the name my mother gave me." He looked the multicolored cat in the eye, his brown ones glinting. |
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 22:31:22 GMT -8
Mac arched a brow at that. "Alright, Ox. Why'd you leave your last job then?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 6, 2011 22:49:12 GMT -8
Ox sensed that now was not the time to lie - if he was going to be working for this man for any amount of time, might as well give the truth. "That's a long story, sir. Short version - my brother and I, we have custody of our niece since her mother died. Two older toms and a young queen living together in the same house? Most gossips think it a scandal, not matter what the relation."
He paused, looking a little sheepish. "That and a customer got riled at the last place. Kept sending back his food, finally charging back into the kitchen and claimed that I had no smell whatsoever. He was in the wrong and my niece told him so, very loudly. He slapped her in front of the whole kitchen and I'm afraid my brother and I went a little overboard in our duties as uncles. I don't think the blasted tom knew you could do that with a paring knife... Even though the boss had seen what had happened and knew that we had every right, he had to fire us so that reputation of the restaurant wouldn't suffer. After that, no other respectable place in the area would hire us. To be honest, that's the first time something like that ever happened..."
He suddenly realized how something about his story had to have sounded to the other tom. "We didn't actually hurt the customer, if that's what you're worried about. We did grab him and shake him. Mostly just threatened him, with whatever kitchen implements we had on-hand. My niece stopped us from doing anything drastic."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 23:05:19 GMT -8
Mac blinked at the other for a moment, absorbing all of that and trying to figure out which bit was standing out the most to him. "I certainly don't care about livin' arrangements," he said finally, mind still sorting.
"Any cat tries ta slap your niece here and I'll throw him out myself," he said, one ear flickering. Throw him out so long as he didn't cut the bastard's throat that was. He'd try to just toss him though. It would be best for business in the long run. "As for costumers... you work here, you're goin' ta be in for some tough sells. Our resident lawyer managed ta make the last cook quit in disgust. You able ta handle that or not?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 7, 2011 1:11:38 GMT -8
Ox smiled crookedly. "I've worked for Germans, Brits, Frenchmen, and New Yorkers. I should be able to handle it. And if I can't, I shouldn't be cooking. You gotta assume every customer that comes in's gonna be picky." He leaned back in the creaky old chair, which groaned mournfully as the enormous bulk of the cat shifted.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 9:01:04 GMT -8
Macs brow quirked upwards. "Mhm. You haven't met Cori yet," he told the other cat. "He puts picky to shame."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 7, 2011 13:05:39 GMT -8
Still smiling, Ox nodded. "I like a challenge. And I'd like to try working for you here, sir."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 16:26:40 GMT -8
Mac's brow quirked upward again, and he considered the other tom for a long moment before glancing back down at the papers. "What's your specialty again?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 7, 2011 22:05:20 GMT -8
He scratched his left ear and tried not to sound boastful. "Well, sir, I don't quite understand your meaning. My specialty? I've got none: I can make Frenchie food, I can make German food, I can make British Isles food - but I won't make the real thing since it would scare away every single customer you ever had. If high class food is the thing you want, I can do that. But if somecat is wishin' real hard, I could make Fried Chicken or Fish 'n Chips. My gravy is nothing to scoff at. But if you are well and truly asking for my personal specialty, that would be desserts."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:06:33 GMT -8
Mac blinked a long slow blink at that. "Sounds good overall," he said, leaning back and steepling his paws, leaning his elbows on his knees. "Milkshakes?"
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