- Mar 25, 2014
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10:50 pm. Ten more minutes until they could leave this hell hole.
Luckily, it was a slow night at the local burger joint. Usually friday nights were hopping with night owls and drunk college kids. But it was unusually quiet, which made the minutes tick by awfully slow.
”549…. 548… 547”
A young man standing in front of a cash register counted the seconds. His tired, grey eyes were transfixed to the screen before him. Not on the seemingly endless burger options, but rather the tiny clock in the corner.
”You know Cyril, watching the clock won’t make the time go by any faster.” A softer voice said to the other, he too standing in front of a register.
The good thing about hiring these boys was that, no matter what, there were twice the hands on deck for any job. The problem was that they couldn’t go too far from each other- because they were quite literally joined at the hip.
The two boys shared one pair of legs, though the one named Cyril appeared to be in control. Perhaps that’s what made the other boy more meek. For better, or for worse.
”Yeah. But at least I know how close I am to getting the hell out of here and telling people that their dumb complaints ain’t my problem.” Cyril huffed, adjusting his hat. He then proceeded to throw on a high pitched, nasally accent. ””Ummm, excuse me? My burger’s too soggy. If you don’t fix it in thirty seconds I’m telling your manager!”” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. ”I swear to god if you weren’t here I was this close to telling that lady to take that burger and shove it up her a-”
”Hi! How can I help you?”
While Cyril was ranting, the boy with “LYRIC” embellished on his name tag noticed two customers entering the formerly vacant restaurant. Cyril looked at the two and grumbled. That rant would have to be saved for later.
@Zora