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"SHE JUST MISSED MY ASSHOLE," Richie announced, limping into the kitchen the following morning with Ebraheim by his side.
The contrast of how the kitchen was that morning from the previous was intense. There was no yelling. No running around like headless chickens. Unfortunately no Marcus or Sydney. Luckily no Carmy seeing as he was hiding out in the office. But there was a tension in the air. Making it feel unclean and tainted. Like the previous day's service had tainted the whole restaurant with the behaviour of Carmy and honestly, Sydney too.
Kitty rolled her eyes as she walked away from the oven after putting in a fresh batch of bread, "You can be so dramatic sometimes, Richie. It wasn't anywhere near your asshole."
"Yeah, but, like, what happens if you get stabbed in the asshole?" He pondered, looking between Kitty and Ebraheim, "You can't sew an asshole."
"I've sewn assholes," Ebraheim shrugged, surprising both Kitty and Richie with him nonchalant statement.
"What?" She asked, chuckling slightly as she leaned against one of the metallic tables.
"Whose?" Richie asked, coming over to stand beside Kitty. Sighing in relief when he stopped walking.
"Close friend."
Kitty reached over to grab one of the knives from the side. She twirled it around in her fingers as she lifted it up for Richie to see, "If ya want, we can always test it out," She told him, grinning mischievously and wiggling her eyebrows.
Richie rolled his eyes playfully, a low chuckle leaving his lips, "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Kit."
"Chefs," Carmy called out, walking out of the office and into the kitchen.
Kitty let out a sigh as she put the knife back and looked over at Carmy. Folding her arms over her chest as the rest of the team (as much of it as was left) gathered around.
"Er...Okay, look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we're gonna be closed for dinner service tonight because we are having a...Bachelor party in the front," Carmy told them, glancing around each of their faces to gauge their reaction. Safe to say, no one was happy with the news.
Kitty scoffed. Rolling her eyes.
"Fuck that!" Richie exclaimed, shaking his head.
"I know," Carmy sighed, "I know. It's Cicero's friends, so..."
"Yo, cousin," Richie groaned.
"That sucks, Jeff, I was just getting into the zone," Tina said, frowning. She gestured to the blue apron she wore instead of her old 'Kiss the Chef' one.
