Smells Like Blasphemy |(Hamlet/Henry/Open)

[cuervo]

(Oh god I just jizzed my pants.)

Mimi groaned under her breath and looked at the row of people infront of her. Slowly, she began to serve each customer, one by one, though her mind was on one-track. Henry and Harry...they'd never liked eachother from the start. Their personalities just clashed - Harry was sarcastic, bitter, overwhelming and cocky. Henry was quiet, sweet, mild-mannered but undoubtedly fucked. His attitude switched in and out frequently - and he could snap and become somewhat sinister looking at the drop of a dime, and then become apologetic and resume his gentle nature right afterward.

Mimi blew a few strands out of her face and wiped the sweat off her brow as she bent and twisted to grab the fries and burges, put them in bags for take out or place them on trays, handing them to customers. With Dorian there, it felt like a tag team. She glanced over at him - he was trying to suggest something for his customer to order.

"I'd go with Dorian if I were you" she said to the young blonde man. "Also, the chiken salad isn't terrible."

Suddenly, Mimi felt a hand grip her arm and she started slightly, twisting her torso and looking up to see none other than Henry. She laughed in spite of herself, and was relieved to hear confirmation that he was all right.

"Oh, you...I'm glad you've not come over here covered in little bruises and blood marks...though it would've been something for you surly men to brag about" she teased shamelessly.

She placed her own hand overtop of Henry's. "Thank you so much."

Then, he winked at her. Well, that was unexpected. Mimi raised her eyebrows and chuckled again. Full of surprises...

It was even stranger when he grabbed her ass as he walked away. Mimi gasped and turned on him quickly,.

"HEY!" she exclaimed, the smile still on her lips. "Oh Lordy, we're in trouble now!"

Mimi watched him leave for a moment longer before turning back to the counter and handing a customer a take out bag.

[hamlet]

Now that Harry took a moment to do his inner monologue, his paranoia was at its absolute peak. Death was right as his door, he could feel it breathing down his neck. And why fight it? He was a prince...working at a McDonalds. Why attempt to live? Why attempted to die? What was it all for?

But he quickly snapped out of that thinking, simply due to his ego over powering all. No way would he let this pip squeak do him in...to be or not to be, or not to be because of this prick? The answer was simple.

Harry stood and peaked around the door to make sure the coast was clear...not exactly sure what he was watching out for but Harry thought it wouldn't hurt to be cautious. He moved his way to the cash register, uncharacteristically silent, taking an open one strategically next to Dorian.

"I can take people here," He informed customers, constantly looking over to see what Edward was up to. Putting on a large exaggerated smile for the customer in front of him, he asked, "What can I get you?"

"Just a large fry and a shake," she said, pulling out a credit card.

"Large fry and a shake? Thats all?"

"Yep thats all."

"Are you sure? Because this could be your last meal. Could be anyone's last meal you know, you sure you want a large fry and a shake? Perhaps you want a supersized quarter pounder?" He said in one breath.

"No..." She laughed nervously. "I'm sure that's all I want."

"Okay. Well...you never know what could happen right? ANyone could be plotting something these days...the person behind you could...I could...I don't know...some co-workers could...never know..." He coughed loudly as he punched in the numbers, hoping someone would get the hint.

[ricketts]

Nothing happened for some while after Hyde went away which could be put down in history, he brightly stopped at his newly allocated station and slowly settled into his work. The curious little space just before the window was not a tidy kept space. It was small and low, he had to duck his head when interacting with the customers, and the casement window itself could be slid up and down to purpose. Hyde played at being the good working boy, and in clear print he was doing it well - writing down orders that came to him via microphone and if he did not go to the kitchen to fetch orders himself he got one of the kitchen staff to get it for him. He ended every order, as he handed the 'M' marked bag through the window, with Henry's complete and handsome smile.

His plan was working, he would allow the calm to settle first before he bored himself, and it didn't take long. Hyde became infirm in his tasks, and allowed himself to wander away from the bay window to a section of the kitchen. To admire a beautifully placed kitchen set. Sharp and silverware. Kitchen scissors, tongs, meat knives - all sorts. He felt humbled, almost to the point where he might have stropped short and dropped formal curtseys. open window. Sauntering away from the open window hadn't gone un-noticed, the microphone buzzed with impatient voices and a car on the other side of the wall demanded his attention, honking shortly.

Hyde ignored them for a moment, leisurely letting his hand run over the utensils with a sweet, strange admiration, then turned back into the window. The smile was back, marked by false devoutness and when he spoke he pronounced with an unusual darkness in his accent. 'You honked?'

The customer was energetically peeved, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. 'What kind of place are you running? Fastest service in the trade my ass!'

'Deepest apologies, sir.' Hyde followed more slowly, leaning at his ease out of the idle window.

The man, most likely in his late forties, was a business man tall and strongly built. Dressed to all sharpness. Next to him in the passenger seat, was a pretty little creature who looked to be in her late teens. Her hair was thickly clustered around her shoulders and her arm was rested anxiously out of the window. 'I'm late enough for my meeting as it is, and my daughter needs dropping off! Are you going to take my order now?'

'Well, actually, I'd rather talk to her.'

'My daughter? His broad brow tightened into a frown.

'Aye Paps, your daughter.' Hyde broke in. His forcible hands gripping harder against the windows pane. Followed more slowly by, 'Ask her if she fancies some Irish beef fresh off the saver menu?'

'What? How dare you!' His face fell at this reply and he passed his hand out of the car and caught Hyde's sleeve, with a grave and angry perplexity along with sheer outrage. 'You get your boss, or so help me God .. !'

The smile on Hyde's face changed at the customer's discomfiture, a mischievous and sinister grin coming on his lip. Readily, and eagerly, he drew something out of the back pocket of his jeans. A bread knife, which he had sneakily snatched from the kitchen counter. 'Say that when I'm able to get at you.' He exclaimed, in low tones and jumped onto the table just before the window, landing hard on his knees. No longer caring to relate Henry's actions with his own, this being the first spark of fun he had had in a while. He grinned hard as he leant to climb out of the drive-thru window.


(Yeah someone might want to stop him lol)