Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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"Right-o, what are we makin'?" I ask the strangest human being on the face of the planet.
I'm used to mess, so the chaos going on on the colorful kitchen counters doesn't bother me, however, this is more of an organized chaos compared to the straight-up nasty mess I'm used to back at the frat house.
"First," Chyette claps his hands together, my attention for a moment zoning in on his long fake pink fingernails. "You must wear this." He says opening a small tall cupboard with aprons hanging on the inside of the door, "If you really want to get on my good graces you'll remove those tight little swim shorts." He adds with a wink. I'm handed a frilly gold and purple apron while he adorns one with boobs bulging from a polka-dot swimsuit.
"That'll be a hard pass for me, mate." I say taking the apron and putting it on over my bare chest.
"Such a shame." Chyette sighs then scoots by grabbing a plate of shredded steak tips from the fridge.
I wash my hands in the sink then dry them on the girly apron I'm wearing and wait for instruction as I hear Aspen begin to run the shower.
"I'd like you to mince the garlic, and cut the shallot." Chyette says placing a wood cutting board before me along with a sharp knife, two cloves of garlic and a small shallot.
I cut the ends off of the two cloves then begin mincing while Chyette removes a small decorative bowl from the fridge where uncooked bacon has already been cut into tiny pieces.
"So, Outback Jack, where did you meet Ms. Aspen?"
Christ, how do I answer this without delving into the topic of Foxy?
"We have several classes together at MFU." I answer deciding to approach this subject delicately.
This bloke is a bull in a china when it comes to being dramatic, a very well manicured bull.
"And are you aware of the sensitive subject that is her sister?" He asks coolly whilst setting a pan onto the oven and tossing a swirl of olive oil into it, all the while keeping a careful eye--full of lashes-- on me.
"I'm aware." I consider for a moment leaving it at that but I don't want to give Aspen any more reason to think I'm a liar so I divulge, "I met her sister the night she was killed."
"My Lawd. Wait-wait, did you show interest in the sister?"
I finish with the garlic then move onto the shallot and begin slicing shrugging a shoulder.
"Oh Em Gee, the fucking gossip." He gasps, "And how does Ms. Aspen feel about that?"
I sigh and shake my head, "Not good."
"Fuck. That's some real Oprah shit."
Chyette scoops the shallots and throws them into the pan along with the bacon and garlic then begins stirring it. The kitchen fills with the most amazing aroma and sounds of the ingredients crackling in the hot oil. "She told me a few nights ago while being completely shit-faced, she thinks the bastard is one of your fraternity brothers?" He stands there with his hip jut out and a fist placed on it and slowly stirs the food while watching me with intent.
