Post by FPV on Dec 22, 2013 12:57:17 GMT -5
It looked like things might be starting to look good for Frank at last. Might. Keyword.
He was making good money working for Daniel at Ole Smokey's, a little bit more than minimum wage, and he really couldn't ask for more. The work was easy enough but also managed to keep his attention at all times. He mostly acted as a busboy, cleaning up after hours, but he sometimes served when there was a shortage of people. After work he would head straight to the gym and do nothing but exercise and train for hours on end. He still technically was homeless, and for the few times he found a moment to catch some sleep, he would do so in the backseat of the truck he rode in on. Those moments were few and far between, and it seemed at times the only thing keeping him alive was caffeine.
This may seem like quite an unpleasant place to be in, but Frank didn't care. He would do anything within his power to get in that fed. Anything.
Frank Venable presents:
OLE SMOKEY'S PUB AND GRILL IV
(ACT TWO)
But our story must come out of the past for a moment, and back to the present. The pub still stands there to this day, still run by Daniel, now a much older and wiser business man. It's a few minutes after closing time, and a few employees have already left for home. Daniel cleaned up the place with those who were left. It had been a pretty hectic weekend so far, as the New Orleans Bowl was taking place and lot's of people came to support their teams, be it Lafayette or Tulane. A few fights had broken out at the bar, but Daniel knew his way around these skirmishes, and promptly broke them all up and sent the participants packing. He was good at that kind of stuff.
Just as the restaurant was ready for customers the next day, someone came in through the front door.
Daniel: Sorry bub, we closed up for the night a while ago-
He stopped dead in his tracks once he saw who it was.
Daniel: Oh...it's you.
FPV: Damn right it is.
Daniel: Almost didn't recognize you there, you like to change the way you look alot. I aughta' start calling you Madonna.
A big hearty laugh came out of Daniel's mouth. FPV didn't even so much as budge. Daniel quickly regained his composure and restarted the conversation.
Daniel: Allright there big guy, what's the story? Why you over here this time?
FPV: What, I can't swing by and say hi to my old buddy?
Daniel: Well it's not like you always come after closing time.
FPV: I got stuck in traffic, sue me.
Daniel: At this time o' night?
FPV: I can get you a lawyer, we can go to court over this, I'm serious.
Daniel: Haha, it's all good.
(SORRY GUYS, LEAVING FOR A CHRISTMAS PARTY EARLIER THEN EXPECTED. HERE'S WHAT I HAVE.)
He was making good money working for Daniel at Ole Smokey's, a little bit more than minimum wage, and he really couldn't ask for more. The work was easy enough but also managed to keep his attention at all times. He mostly acted as a busboy, cleaning up after hours, but he sometimes served when there was a shortage of people. After work he would head straight to the gym and do nothing but exercise and train for hours on end. He still technically was homeless, and for the few times he found a moment to catch some sleep, he would do so in the backseat of the truck he rode in on. Those moments were few and far between, and it seemed at times the only thing keeping him alive was caffeine.
This may seem like quite an unpleasant place to be in, but Frank didn't care. He would do anything within his power to get in that fed. Anything.
Frank Venable presents:
OLE SMOKEY'S PUB AND GRILL IV
(ACT TWO)
But our story must come out of the past for a moment, and back to the present. The pub still stands there to this day, still run by Daniel, now a much older and wiser business man. It's a few minutes after closing time, and a few employees have already left for home. Daniel cleaned up the place with those who were left. It had been a pretty hectic weekend so far, as the New Orleans Bowl was taking place and lot's of people came to support their teams, be it Lafayette or Tulane. A few fights had broken out at the bar, but Daniel knew his way around these skirmishes, and promptly broke them all up and sent the participants packing. He was good at that kind of stuff.
Just as the restaurant was ready for customers the next day, someone came in through the front door.
Daniel: Sorry bub, we closed up for the night a while ago-
He stopped dead in his tracks once he saw who it was.
Daniel: Oh...it's you.
FPV: Damn right it is.
Daniel: Almost didn't recognize you there, you like to change the way you look alot. I aughta' start calling you Madonna.
A big hearty laugh came out of Daniel's mouth. FPV didn't even so much as budge. Daniel quickly regained his composure and restarted the conversation.
Daniel: Allright there big guy, what's the story? Why you over here this time?
FPV: What, I can't swing by and say hi to my old buddy?
Daniel: Well it's not like you always come after closing time.
FPV: I got stuck in traffic, sue me.
Daniel: At this time o' night?
FPV: I can get you a lawyer, we can go to court over this, I'm serious.
Daniel: Haha, it's all good.
(SORRY GUYS, LEAVING FOR A CHRISTMAS PARTY EARLIER THEN EXPECTED. HERE'S WHAT I HAVE.)
