-DISCONTINUED-ISH- Golden Arches, a Lams fanfic -DISCONTINUED-ISH-

1~Ministration~1

TW: Cussing, and making out.

This should be the least amount of TWs you see from me lol

Tuesday 11:23 AM

The small fast-food restaurant was a busy place, filled with the sounds of sizzling fake food and customers ordering. 

John was working the drive-through and leaned on the window, giving a fake smile to a customer as they drove away. 

He turned off his microphone and let out a deep sigh, feeling a little disheartened. 

Thomas and James were on the wall, making out and on the halfway point to moaning, while John was left to work alone. 

John let out a deep sigh of annoyance as he made his way to the storage room to grab a rag. 

The stench of cleaning products filled his nostrils as he entered the dimly lit room. 

He quickly located the rag and made his way back to the kitchen, where James and Thomas were still engaged in a heated exchange.

"Please get a room," he muttered under his breath as he began wiping down the kitchen counter. 

The rag was damp and cool against his fingers, and he could feel the rough texture of the surface as he scrubbed away at the stubborn stains.

James let out a snort of laughter at Thomas's reddened face, causing John's irritation to deepen. 

"You're just upset because you don't have a boyfriend," James taunted, as he released his grip on Thomas's collar and strode back to the front counter. 

John could hear the sound of the bell as the door opened and another customer entered the store, their footsteps echoing on the worn linoleum floor.

John let out a frustrated sigh, the sound echoing off the metal walls of the kitchen as he put away the damp rag and scrubbed his hands under the cold running water. 

The scent of disinfectant filled his nostrils as he tried to shake off the feeling of disappointment that had settled in the pit of his stomach.

"Oh shut up James," he exclaimed, his voice laced with irritation and exhaustion, as he leaned against the stainless steel counter. "It's always the same story - every hot guy I meet is either a massive dick, taken, or straight." 

James, who was taking an order, looked up and smiled sympathetically, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Thomas, who was busy preparing the drinks, chimed in with a playful tone, "I think you just have bad taste in men, John." 

The sound of ice rattling in the blender filled the room, blending with the hum of the refrigerators.

Meanwhile, Charles Lee walked into the kitchen and interrupted their conversation, his footsteps clacking against the tiled floor. 

"John, we have an order - one cheeseburger, hold the burger." He then made his way outside to take out the trash, 

Well, that's what he tells everyone, but he means a smoke break.

The door clanging shut behind him. Despite the interruption, John couldn't help but feel a little down about his luck with finding a decent guy. 

The hum of the ventilation system mixed with the sizzle of the grill, making the kitchen feel even more stifling as he tried to shake off the feeling that he was doomed to be alone.

As Thomas engaged in a conversation with a customer at the drive-through, John prepared to take over the grill. 

He reached for his gloves, putting them on one by one, feeling the familiar sensation of rough rubber against his skin.