Guts, Rearranged {INCOMPLETE}

Chapter 11 =Daniel=

          In the breakroom, Carlton sits on the table corner with Otto in the chair next to him, both completely absorbed in a notebook Carlton was holding.

          "Stacy told me that lemon works well with fish because of it's dull taste, now I think that it would work well with the tongue." Carlton says quietly making Otto nod.

          "I see where you're coming from, the sour taste could make their mouth water and give the illusion that it's juicier than it really is. " Carlton clicks his finger.

          "Fair, this is why you cook." He chuckles, slapping him on the back lightly.

          "The thigh has been a popular order recently, did you have anything new down for that?" Otto asks, taking his list from him and slowly deciphering Carlton's chicken scratch. Maggie passes through the room to the locker room, going unnoticed as Carlton takes off his cap and scratches his head with the brim.

          "I did think about that for a while but it really goes well with anything, I couldn't come up with anything that hasn't already been done, mate." This makes Otto sigh and nod, feeling a small headache coming on as if they were working out the world's hardest math problem.

          "I had an idea for later down the line with the thigh offers." This takes Carlton's attention and he puts his cap back on.

          "I thought we could try making a sausage from it that mixes a small bit of random meat that people don't commonly order and send them out to see how people feel." Carlton's eyes light up at the idea, always happy to reduce the amount they waste from people being picky eaters.

           "You're onto something there, it'll be a while before we'd have cunts dumb enough not to notice though. One wrong sausage and we're in shit." Otto hums in agreement as he fold up the notepad and hands it back to him, Maggie entering as he does so.

          "Do you come up with your own meat recipes for work?" She asks, having only caught the last part as she enters. Carlton opens to his notes again, taking another run over them Otto turns to her with a smile.

          "Ah, no, Carlton and I run our own gourmet food delivery and I like to come up with new things to keep us apart from our competition." This time Carlton hums in agreement.

          "It's gettin' hard Mags. He's even asked me to help." Carlton says with an exaggerated fearful tone. He clicks his tongue, hops off the table and slaps his hand onto Otto's shoulder.

          "We should go get that meat off my truck." He says, a wave of relief rushes over Otto. They step out onto the store floor and make their way over. A middle aged looking co-worker holds a rotten lettuce and glares at them from afar, almost snarling.

           "Hey Cathy!" Carlton waves a friendly acknowledgement to her and she scrunches her face at him, upset at his brashness. Otto looks back at him, finding him maintaining the unwanted eye contact with an exaggerated smile beaming at her as the continue walking. He holds back a chuckle, opting for an apologetic smile and small wave to Cathy.

          "I should talk with her, you get a head start." Otto says with a tone of dread as he deviates from their path towards her.

          They enter the nook and Carlton lets out a heavy sigh

          "Bitch." He quietly curses.

          "What's her problem?" Maggie asks, handing him a hair net. He takes it from her and shakes his head, grumbling to himself.

          "She's a vegan, which is fine, but she's one of those vegans. Y'know?" He explains, putting his cap on over his hair net as he rolls his eyes. She chuckles and they pass through the cold plastic flaps. She freezes at seeing the chiller door open, Carlton joins in her staring.