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193 - Al Dante, Just monday, Guiltyeasons, Dead Like me
Title: Just a monday
Rating: PG cursing
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Rube never likes his meal it seems.
“These noodles are al dante. I ordered pasta, nothing special and yet you serve it to me before it’s fully cooked,” Rube said and the new waitress stared at him dumbstruck. Her big blue eyes were wide and her blond hair was standing on end. Rube would not be moved by the display of weakness. He shook his head and offered her the plate. She took it in shaking hands and walked off. Mason sat forward and watched her go.
“Why are you always mean to the pretty ones?” Mason asked turning back to look at him in disgust.
“I don’t choice who I’m mean to based on looks but based on merits. She obviously didn’t check the quality of the food and therefore shouldn’t think she did a good job. A good job should be thanked. A bad job punished. Society had forgotten the simply rules of engagement and are so easily surprised when they are put into play,” Rube said and Mason gave him a look.
“You are extra hard on George and she’s pretty,” Mason added as if that was the sole proof he needed.
“I also come down like the wrath of God on you Mason, as you so often need, I believe that counter acts all your assumptions,” Rube told him and Mason rolled his eyes, “Unless you’d prefer to believe that I also consider you in the category of the pretty ones and wish to dominate and humiliate you for my own pleasure.”
Mason’s mouth hung open before twisting in disgust. The images he got from that were unpleasant at the best and horrifying at the worst.
“I believe your reaction answers my question,” he said than watched as George walked into the room.
George sat down at the table and stared at a still shocked Mason.
“Who walked over his grave?” George asked eyeing him and switching over to Rubes side of the table. Maybe whatever Mason had was contagious. Alright that was retarded because they were reapers, but fuck he was acting weird. Well, weirder then Mason normally acted.
“Rube broke my brain. I’ll be online shortly,” Mason said before hit head hit the table with a hard thud. George turned quickly to look at Rube who shrugged his shoulders.
“The boys got problems. If he wants to blame them on me so be it,” Rube said than smiled up at the waitress as she came up, “Fully cooked noodles this time?” She gave a very quick series of nods and Rube took the plate as she offered it. He took a bite with her watching him like a hawk. He tilted his head to the side then gave his own nod. “They’ll do.”
“Fucked up your food again?” George asked never understanding why Rube was so picky about his damn food. Then again there was a lot she didn’t understand about Rube.
“Yup,” Rube said taking another mouthful of noodles and slurping them up.
“Better now?” she asked but figured it was a dumb question. He was eating wasn’t he?
“Nope, still al dante,” he said before taking another bite.
Rating: PG cursing
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Rube never likes his meal it seems.
“These noodles are al dante. I ordered pasta, nothing special and yet you serve it to me before it’s fully cooked,” Rube said and the new waitress stared at him dumbstruck. Her big blue eyes were wide and her blond hair was standing on end. Rube would not be moved by the display of weakness. He shook his head and offered her the plate. She took it in shaking hands and walked off. Mason sat forward and watched her go.
“Why are you always mean to the pretty ones?” Mason asked turning back to look at him in disgust.
“I don’t choice who I’m mean to based on looks but based on merits. She obviously didn’t check the quality of the food and therefore shouldn’t think she did a good job. A good job should be thanked. A bad job punished. Society had forgotten the simply rules of engagement and are so easily surprised when they are put into play,” Rube said and Mason gave him a look.
“You are extra hard on George and she’s pretty,” Mason added as if that was the sole proof he needed.
“I also come down like the wrath of God on you Mason, as you so often need, I believe that counter acts all your assumptions,” Rube told him and Mason rolled his eyes, “Unless you’d prefer to believe that I also consider you in the category of the pretty ones and wish to dominate and humiliate you for my own pleasure.”
Mason’s mouth hung open before twisting in disgust. The images he got from that were unpleasant at the best and horrifying at the worst.
“I believe your reaction answers my question,” he said than watched as George walked into the room.
George sat down at the table and stared at a still shocked Mason.
“Who walked over his grave?” George asked eyeing him and switching over to Rubes side of the table. Maybe whatever Mason had was contagious. Alright that was retarded because they were reapers, but fuck he was acting weird. Well, weirder then Mason normally acted.
“Rube broke my brain. I’ll be online shortly,” Mason said before hit head hit the table with a hard thud. George turned quickly to look at Rube who shrugged his shoulders.
“The boys got problems. If he wants to blame them on me so be it,” Rube said than smiled up at the waitress as she came up, “Fully cooked noodles this time?” She gave a very quick series of nods and Rube took the plate as she offered it. He took a bite with her watching him like a hawk. He tilted his head to the side then gave his own nod. “They’ll do.”
“Fucked up your food again?” George asked never understanding why Rube was so picky about his damn food. Then again there was a lot she didn’t understand about Rube.
“Yup,” Rube said taking another mouthful of noodles and slurping them up.
“Better now?” she asked but figured it was a dumb question. He was eating wasn’t he?
“Nope, still al dante,” he said before taking another bite.