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THE LAST THING KITTY WANTED to do was clean toilet water from literally anywhere, yet, here she was, along with the rest of The Beef family. All of them doing their best to clean the burst pipe that had flooded the dining area.
"This is fucked," Sydney stated, looking at Carmy, "We need to close for lunch."
Although Kitty understood where the younger woman was coming from. It was disgusting and they really should close until they could get everything cleaned properly and the toilet fixed. On the other hand, closing for even just one lunch service would surely fuck them up even more than they already were. They weren't in the position to close even for an hour.
"No. No, no, no," Carmy shook his head, shutting down the idea immediately, "We lose one service, it will kill us.'
Sydney stared at him in disbelief, "You don't think this..." She gestured to the floor that was covered in tea towels, paper towels, toilet paper, napkins and even items of old clothes, literally anything that would soak up the water, whilst the team used mops to soak it up faster, "Is putting it at risk for losing service? No?"
Carmy grabbed his phone, "No, this is fine," He shrugged Sydney's concerns off.
"Cool. Good," Sydney muttered sarcastically, nodding her head.
Kitty continued to swipe the mop across the floor. Grimacing when the water would splash onto her jeans. As much as everyone worked, it almost felt useless, with the water looking like it wasn't going anything no matter how much stuff was on it to soak it all up.
"Yo, Fak," Carmy said putting his phone up to his ear, "Yo, we need you here ASAP, bro. The toilet is fucked."
"Yo, what is good, you fuckin' replicants?" Richie said, entering the dining area with a take-out coffee cup and a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. Glancing around the area, confused as to why all the chairs were lifted up on the table and everyone was bustling around in the one room. A sight he wasn't ever greeted with before.
"The toilet fuckin' exploded, man," Kitty told him. Doing her best to push a loose strand of hair out of her face.
Richie turned his head in her direction. Although she couldn't see his eyes past his dark sunglasses, she spotted the way his eyebrows furrowed and lines appeared on his forehead. He walked over and without even thinking reaching his hand up to push the strand of hair that was clearly annoying her up into her ponytail. Ignoring the confused look she sent him, he cleared his throat and turned away.
