The Lord of the Library

Chapter Thirty-Six

Fresh took a quick shower in the locker room before he went to work. Hot want dripped from his body as he turned off the water, the steam cooling down and fading into the surrounding air.

Drying himself with a soft white towel, Fresh stepped out so he could put his uniform on without getting his pants wet. The locker room was empty, luckily. He pulled his black pants up, grabbing the shirt. Putting the open button up, Fresh dried his pink hair with the towel. His eyes flickered to the sunglasses sitting on a nearby low locker wall. They were their usual 'YOLO' as they never reacted unless he wore them. Extending his arm, he grabbed them by one of their temples before putting them on, the bridge rested on his nose.

Fresh pulled on his socks, hobbling on each foot before both were put on. He buttoned up his shirt, brushing it down to make the rainbow lines straighter. He popped his collar up before sliding his feet into his skates, tying them up. He grabbed his draw-string bag, pulling it close and swung it onto his shoulder, his arm going through the gap between the four strings and the bag itself.

He skated around the school halls to get completely used to it so he could work comfortably and to make his way out. He turned, slamming into the door and pushing it open with his back. He had gotten used to this, as he did it every time he had a shift after practice. Sometimes, PJ would see slight bruises and freak out. Fresh let out a small "Heh" as he skated onto the sidewalk. It was so cute when PJ got worried. He would nag and nag and nag and he would do anything to get Fresh to let him take care of him. It was the probably one of the cutest things about PJ.

The bright lights of Trouble Tracks showed Fresh was in the right place. He pushed the doors open, slowing down at the sudden weight pushing against him. "Newton's law of motion," Fresh mumbled as he made a beeline to the break room to clock in, nearly knocking a lady over in the process.

"Hey Freshy Fresh!" Fran waved, being on break. She was 'studying', but actually reading kinky magazines to see things to wear for KC. Fresh rolled his eyes, chuckling, and clocked in and throwing his bag into his cubby.

"What orders need serving?" He called, rolling into the kitchen. A tray full of orders were shoved into his hands as a rushed explanation of what order went to what table. 

Fresh raced out of the kitchen and started passing out the orders. He was usually never assigned to tables, he was just told to deliver orders when the waiter for those tables are getting busy. They started doing this due to how face he rolled. Sometimes he would even do tricks for the tables with kids.

An eight and six year old boys clapped as Fresh spun before serving them their milkshakes. He skated backwards, giving them a salute before skating normally to continue serving burgers and milkshakes. He served the last two milkshakes to two teen girls, one being twelve and the other being fifteen. He gave them a whistle and finger guns, earning a eye roll from the pre-teen and a hand-fan from the older. He rolled into the kitchen, being given multiple more orders to serve.

Fresh sighed and started to race around. It was really crowded tonight, so he would have to run around a lot.

After taking a minute of mentally preparing himself, Fresh started to race around, serving orders. He slid burgers to people and milkshakes to kids and fries onto the table. He raced to the kitchen and spun around and back out into the dinning room.

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Fresh skitted in, ready to get some more orders. He'd been doing this for two hours or so, and the day has turned to dark night. The kitchen staff looked at him.  "Oh, actually, you really helped. Slow down and take these double decker fries and cheeseburgers to Table 16." Gummy put the food on his tray.