Post by Junkrat on Mar 12, 2017 7:42:02 GMT
It felt like the entire incident had lasted much longer than it had. In reality it had been something like three weeks, but it felt like three years to Grayson. It had started with one of his coworkers who began digging in on Skylar, the man was fairly new, inexperienced, and stupid, and Grayson hadn't taken any of this into consideration when he saw him heckling Skylar while on the clock. Grayson had never been a particularly violent young man, but seeing that, and the look on Sky's face sent him into attack mode. The man had walked away with several teeth knocked out and a severely broken nose, Grayson had made mash of his face, and as the other man hadn't actually attacked first, Grayson had been fired on the spot.
After that he'd immediately started to send in resumes and applications to other places around, but word spreads fast and shit like that stains, and his record was ruined among the Vegas kitchens. He'd gotten four rejections so far, claiming they didn't want a dessert chef so uncontrollable and dangerous. So Grayson took the only job that would hire him without giving a shit about his record. Working at a grocery store bakery was probably one of the seven layers of hell, but he supposed at least he was baking...Sort of...But he was starting to see icing balloons a puke colored frosting in his dreams now.
And as if these blows weren't bad enough, Skylar had stopped talking to him, started to avoid him, he knew why, it wasn't like he blamed them, he was a loser now, with a shitty job and no dignity left, who would want to date that? They hadn't officially broken up with him, but the avoiding left a yawning hurt in him that felt worse than anything else.
This wasn't the first time he'd stood in the kitchen frantically baking in the middle of the night, hair and clothing completely wild, eyes heavy and hyper focused sporting deep bags beneath them, baking was a compulsion at this point, and this was probably the latest he'd been up doing it. The clock was just now hitting 4 in the morning, and he was muttering to himself, looking absolutely manic as he over decorated a platter of fancy cupcakes, absolutely covered in flower and frosting and sprinkles.
After that he'd immediately started to send in resumes and applications to other places around, but word spreads fast and shit like that stains, and his record was ruined among the Vegas kitchens. He'd gotten four rejections so far, claiming they didn't want a dessert chef so uncontrollable and dangerous. So Grayson took the only job that would hire him without giving a shit about his record. Working at a grocery store bakery was probably one of the seven layers of hell, but he supposed at least he was baking...Sort of...But he was starting to see icing balloons a puke colored frosting in his dreams now.
And as if these blows weren't bad enough, Skylar had stopped talking to him, started to avoid him, he knew why, it wasn't like he blamed them, he was a loser now, with a shitty job and no dignity left, who would want to date that? They hadn't officially broken up with him, but the avoiding left a yawning hurt in him that felt worse than anything else.
This wasn't the first time he'd stood in the kitchen frantically baking in the middle of the night, hair and clothing completely wild, eyes heavy and hyper focused sporting deep bags beneath them, baking was a compulsion at this point, and this was probably the latest he'd been up doing it. The clock was just now hitting 4 in the morning, and he was muttering to himself, looking absolutely manic as he over decorated a platter of fancy cupcakes, absolutely covered in flower and frosting and sprinkles.
