Quince yawned and nodded, walking to the counter, he rubbed his eyes tiredly and grinned, "Hey Jack! How're you this morning?" Quince ran a hand through his messy hair and leaned against the counter, "I don't want to go to work todayyy…". He realized that he said the same thing every day but he couldn't help hating being a waiter.
Jack shook his head slightly, passing his roommate the coffee pot. "I feel ya. Didn't sleep a wink last night." He said, shrugging slightly. "But goddamn, don't you have the morning shift?" He asked, finger tapping against his mug. "Because that's some bad luck."
“I do…” he yawned and put his head on the counter, “I have work in half an hour…” Quince poured himself some coffee and drank it quickly before stretching walking back down the hall to get ready. When he next emerged from his room, his hair was neatly combed and he had his entire uniform on. A black long sleeve button up with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, black shoes, and a white apron tied around his waist. He worked at very fancy restaurant.
"Least ya look good while doing it…" He mumbled softly, still perched on the counter, except a bit stuck seeing as Mercury decided to sit on his lap. "Ya sure you don't wanna call in sick? He asked, looking up from petting the creature holding him hostage. "Get some extra rest?"
Quince tugged st his sleeves and sighed, “I wish, but we just got a new menu out and there’s over 200 reservations for today.” He glanced at the clock, “I’d best be going! Bye, Jack! And Mercury!” He waved and smiled, then walked out the front door, closing it behind him.
He waved as he left, frowning slightly. "I swear, that place doesn't give a shit about people." He muttered, scratching his cat's head. "Mercury, you need to move." The cat meowed indignantly. "Because I need to shower!"
((Time skip?))
(Sure)
Quince came home more tired then he was when he had left. There had been so many people, including the occasional cat caller, which Quince despised, “Hey Jack…” He said as he walked through the door and flopped on the couch.
"Hey Quince." He said, moving to sit next to him. "What demon possessed the general public today?" He asked, smiling softly at him. "Anything worth having a drink over?"
“Too many important people…and cat callers. You know how much I hate those kinds of people…” He muttered into the couch before sitting up and rubbing his eyes, “And yes, a drink sounds fantastic. All the idiots there were getting boozed up with the wine.”
He stood, grabbing some beers from the fridge. "I swear, people are mostly pieces of shit. I lost count of how many soccer moms yelled at me for something stupid. And if I have to write 'Mrs. Justin Beiber' on a cup one more time-" He said, laughing as he passed his roommate a bottle as he pat the other's head. Because boy is never sure how to show affection.
Quince caught it and lightly smiled when Jack pat his head, “Some people are great. But then there’s the other 90% of the world who are all shit heads.” He laughed and shook his head, “God damn, my shift always has very important people who get pissed at everything I do wrong, entitled parents complaining when I don’t do something right away for their bratty child, or stupid cat callers trying to grab me and get my number.” He took a drink of beer and sighed
"Yeah, no good." He plopped down next to him, taking a swing from his own bottle. "But your out now."
“Thank god for that.” He looked over to Jack, “When does your shift start?”
"In about two hours. I'm only having one drink, promise." He added quickly, smiling. "Can't wait to have Mrs. Holier than thou scream at me for something trivial today. What do you think it'll be?"
“Not sure…” Quince pretended to think about it, “Probably something stupid!” He said with a smile. Then he yawned, “While you’re at work I think I’m going to sleep…”
"Good call." He said, nodding. "Seriously, you need it." He watched Mercury jump in the other's lap. "Oh, so I put you in my bed so I can take a shower and you don't love me anymore? Betrayal." He said the cat, glaring playfully.
Quince laughed and gently patted the cats head. He smirked, “I guess I’m just more loveable.” He watched the cat rub against him and continued petting him.
"Oh, fuck you." He said, poking him. Or fuck m- nope. Holding off the gay thoughts about my roommate. Get your shit together brain.
Quince smiled, I wouldn’t mind that…nope nope nope, not the time to think about that… He sighed and glanced at the clock, “You should get ready soon…”
He looked up. "Yeah, probably should." He said, putting the bottle down and standing. "Let me know if Mercury starts going crazy again."
“Yessir!” He looked at Mercury as Jack left the room, “You’re going to be good, right?” That cat purred in response
He went into his room, trowing on his work shirt and apron, and trading his combat boots for some sneakers.
Quince waited for him to emerge from his room as Mercury purred and batted lightly at his face, he smiled, thinking about Jack.
He tied the apron a bit better behind him as he walked out, sighing slightly. "Dear fuck, I hate this job." He said, pulling at the shirt sleeves.
Quince chuckled and stared at him for a moment before blushing lightly and turning back to the cat, “I hate my job as well, but we need money.”