86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

13

(Day 450 Pt.2)

As soon as the pair of best friends walked in, the restaurant devolved into a state of absolute chaos. Stan forgot about the existence of St. Patrick's day, and what kind of business it brought to a restaurant.

Kyle took one look at the silent panic everyone was in, and immediately asked someone if they needed help - of course, this brought an eruption of pleas that shook their ear drums. Stan made a quick escape towards the coat room in the back of the kitchen, he really didn't want to be completely overwhelmed before he even clocked in.

But, that was asking for too much. "Hey."

Damn it, did he really drop what he was doing to follow me back here?! Stan sucked in an anxious breath, and turned towards Kenny: "Oh, hey."

He made a face. "'Oh, hey'? That's it? Man, where have you been? I thought you were fucking dead, or-"

"Dude, why would I be dead?" He couldn't help but to chuckle at Kenny's preposterous assumption, it was cute.

Not in the best of moods himself, Kenny rolled his eyes as he took a long drag of his vape. The day seemed to be stressing him out, too. "You're gonna answer my questions later, but we're 86 Bone-ins, Lamb, and fuckin' lettuce!"

"Wha- Why are we even open?"

Throwing his arms up at the ceiling like a mad man, Kenny readjusted his hat to calm the explosive emotions fighting him. "Fuck if I know!"

Stan liked this job, he really did, except when it came to things that the kitchen manager didn't do, which was too much to list. Most of the time, it fell on the rest of the staff to pick up his slack; on busy days like this, it fucked over everyone from the line, to the entire front of house.

He wasn't going to make much money tonight, that was obvious. How ecstatic were drunk people supposed to be that they couldn't have salad? Or steak? Well, Stan wasn't surprised when most of his tables were pissed off.

Now, granted, he didn't make the damn food, nor was he in charge of prep in any sort of way, yet Stan remained patient. He was good at appeasing his customers, and at least getting them to understand that he felt bad, but his last table of the night was giving him extra attitude.

When the lady looked at him like he was a disgusting inhuman thing after she noticed his scar, Stan couldn't recover. After that, she had a nasty complaint about everything possible. Stan was at his wits end, he was dying to talk to Kenny again, but he also had to not smack the hell out of the bitch cursing him out. Talk about an impossible day.

Even though he tuned out her ranting, Stan knew it was time to bring in a manager. Mr. Tucker was out at some sporting event, the kitchen manager always left by four, and so, that left him only one option: Tolkien.

They hadn't spoken since their confrontation in the kitchen. With Stan being on vacation for a couple of weeks, it made sense, yet it made him a little hesitant to test the waters. He just wanted to move on, he didn't give a fuck about Tolkien.

Since he was the only manager there, he wasn't too happy to be interrupted in the expo window. Tolkien also didn't necessarily want to talk to Stan, either.

After explaining the situation, and the lady's incessant attitude, Stan led Tolkien to the table. Luckily, he didn't have to say much to him. Honestly, it had been nice to just work with Tolkien for once, instead of unwillingly participate in a pissing contest over Wendy.

As Stan was turning the corner back into the kitchen, everything suddenly hit him at once; when it came to the Tolkien and Wendy problem, Stan bit the bullet, and figured it the hell out. So, why wouldn't he seem to do the same with Kenny?