10-25-2018, 01:13 AM
JERSEYBOY
// what,,, what even is dragon ball pizza
What the hell was Tommy doing, helping to run this thing? He was in no way a teacher ( unless mentoring you in the art of petty theft and being an absolute tool counted ). It would have been better off if his mother and step-dad ran the event and not him, but they had both figured that fresh, young faces would look better on behalf of their business. So, it was Tommy, his younger brother, and a few of their other co-workers assisting people with making their own personal pizzas. This event was supposedly for charity or some shit like that, he hadn't exactly paid much mind to the details of it all.
Wearing his usual flour-dusted apron, Tommy observed each of the stations briefly, checking everything over and making sure it was all running smoothly. One had caught his attention though -- a young woman who looked a little.. troubled. Lost. Hey, wasn't that the chick he had met at the Halloween party? (im assuming that's where they first met alright) Now, the situation had become much more interesting. "Alright, how's it lookin' ova' here?" Chirped Tommy as he made his way over towards Clove. There was a noticeable swagger in his walk, almost as if he was trying to play off the fact that he was wearing a dirtied apron and probably had white flour on his forehead.
He had glanced down at her "creation" so far, and he commented, "Try not ta' leave your hand in the dough, eh?" Dough tended to be gooey and messy, so getting your hands free of it could be a real hassle if you didn't knead correctly.
What the hell was Tommy doing, helping to run this thing? He was in no way a teacher ( unless mentoring you in the art of petty theft and being an absolute tool counted ). It would have been better off if his mother and step-dad ran the event and not him, but they had both figured that fresh, young faces would look better on behalf of their business. So, it was Tommy, his younger brother, and a few of their other co-workers assisting people with making their own personal pizzas. This event was supposedly for charity or some shit like that, he hadn't exactly paid much mind to the details of it all.
Wearing his usual flour-dusted apron, Tommy observed each of the stations briefly, checking everything over and making sure it was all running smoothly. One had caught his attention though -- a young woman who looked a little.. troubled. Lost. Hey, wasn't that the chick he had met at the Halloween party? (im assuming that's where they first met alright) Now, the situation had become much more interesting. "Alright, how's it lookin' ova' here?" Chirped Tommy as he made his way over towards Clove. There was a noticeable swagger in his walk, almost as if he was trying to play off the fact that he was wearing a dirtied apron and probably had white flour on his forehead.
He had glanced down at her "creation" so far, and he commented, "Try not ta' leave your hand in the dough, eh?" Dough tended to be gooey and messy, so getting your hands free of it could be a real hassle if you didn't knead correctly.
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