Although Ben offered not head, but a warm bed and a place to stay, Berry couldn't help but want more for himself. He promptly left after being swerved by Ben, but he didn't leave that club with out a little something from his new wear-wolf friend. Ben, the wealthy and influential man that he was, had a lot of sway among the socialites and was able to get Berry into the greatest cooking competition this world has ever seen. Winners of the competition would go on to become internationally renowned chefs, their skills praised by all. This was Berrys chance to be something, to show his cunt mom, his whole shit family, and everyone who had ever doubted him.
All he had to do was not dick it up.
He left promptly as auditions would be starting in just two months, and if he wasn't good enough for the pre-lims, he had no shot at the big bucks.
He rented out a professional kitchen after selling one of his kidneys to a sketchy man he met on the street; all of the actual doctors he met with told him his alcoholism had deeply affected his internal organs beyond repair and that they weren't allowed to harvest them. Berry worked tirelessly, day and night, he strove for perfection, and he knew he could obtain it if he just worked hard enough.
Ben and Berry met up sometimes for tea, and as Ben had one of the most refined pallets of their time he brought him almost everything he made.
"I brought you some very special homemade croutons," Berry said.
"Ah, one of my favorite cuisine's, a true delicacy when done correctly," answered Ben.
Ben picked a crouton from the top of the pile and pooped into his mouth. Berry watched as he chewed and swallowed that little piece of bread, it gave him shivers, just as his pies did as a little boy.
"Shit!" Ben said.
Berry awoke from his crouton fantasies.
"Huh?"
"These croutons taste like dog water my guy, mi mum shits out better croutons than this, these taste like air fried ball sack cuz!"
Ben was critical but Berry knew he was only trying to help.
" sorry, I'm.. I'm sorry!" Berry cried out.
"I gave you everything and this is how you repay me, with this dick croutons? I believe in you Berry I do, or at least.. I want to, but your cooking is really shit and if you don't do something about fast, the other chefs are going to Peer into your soul, and they'll know, they can taste fear.
