"Yeah, fuck your straight love and your stupid capitalism!"
Jurrien is hurling yelled insults along with Cazmi. Sive seems to be enjoying it and Darcin, one after the other in tandem, and when she's got her back turned to the glass case again, Jurrien pulls himself on top of it and hangs down, prying inside the case and grabbing two cupcakes. Cazmi has to grab onto his ankles to keep him from slipping back behind the case, and once Jurrien's got a cupcake in each hand, they both work to get him back over on the safe side of the bakery.
"Hah! Take that, enemies of the free market! I will smash this one in Caz's face and he'll smash this one in mine, and then neither of you can stop us from running out of here to enjoy the results together. Here Caz, get ready to smash me real good."
Jurrien gives a quick, overdramatic wink and suggestive smile that lasts for only a second before he's back to his furrowed brow and his getting down to business face.
"Oh, well. Guess we'll have to put you on our dined and dashed board."
Sive pulls a disposable camera from seemingly nowhere and clicks it twice, fast, with a flash that makes both young men shield their eyes.
"I'm sure you both look darling for our wall of shame."
Shand slips back through the back door of the garage as quietly as he can, feeling uncannily like a teenage version of himself trying to sneak back into the house long after curfew. His dad doesn't seem to be feeling much differently, either.
Dolan suddenly appears out from under a car, rolling out on his back, disapproving look on his face from the second he becomes visible and Shand very nearly jumps.
"I could have easily dropped your coffee. Decaf. That's what took so long."
Shand mumbles as Dolan pulls his long frame up, stretches, and takes the cup from him.
"It doesn't take that long to brew coffee."
Dolan simply watches Shand while he sips, unblinking, face blank. This is what has always gotten Shand, ever since those sneaky teenage days. His dad doesn't usually pepper him or yell. He just stares with those eyes, makes neutral, fact-based statements and waits for Shand to start sweating and fidgeting.
"We were just talking. There's no conspiracy to this, Pops. You're getting too old. Must need to take you to a bingo night or something, get some excitement in your life."
Shand fairly tosses the lunch bag onto the workbench along the wall and shrugs defensively as he fishes out his order and lays out Dolan's.
Jurrien is hurling yelled insults along with Cazmi. Sive seems to be enjoying it and Darcin, one after the other in tandem, and when she's got her back turned to the glass case again, Jurrien pulls himself on top of it and hangs down, prying inside the case and grabbing two cupcakes. Cazmi has to grab onto his ankles to keep him from slipping back behind the case, and once Jurrien's got a cupcake in each hand, they both work to get him back over on the safe side of the bakery.
"Hah! Take that, enemies of the free market! I will smash this one in Caz's face and he'll smash this one in mine, and then neither of you can stop us from running out of here to enjoy the results together. Here Caz, get ready to smash me real good."
Jurrien gives a quick, overdramatic wink and suggestive smile that lasts for only a second before he's back to his furrowed brow and his getting down to business face.
"Oh, well. Guess we'll have to put you on our dined and dashed board."
Sive pulls a disposable camera from seemingly nowhere and clicks it twice, fast, with a flash that makes both young men shield their eyes.
"I'm sure you both look darling for our wall of shame."
Shand slips back through the back door of the garage as quietly as he can, feeling uncannily like a teenage version of himself trying to sneak back into the house long after curfew. His dad doesn't seem to be feeling much differently, either.
Dolan suddenly appears out from under a car, rolling out on his back, disapproving look on his face from the second he becomes visible and Shand very nearly jumps.
"I could have easily dropped your coffee. Decaf. That's what took so long."
Shand mumbles as Dolan pulls his long frame up, stretches, and takes the cup from him.
"It doesn't take that long to brew coffee."
Dolan simply watches Shand while he sips, unblinking, face blank. This is what has always gotten Shand, ever since those sneaky teenage days. His dad doesn't usually pepper him or yell. He just stares with those eyes, makes neutral, fact-based statements and waits for Shand to start sweating and fidgeting.
"We were just talking. There's no conspiracy to this, Pops. You're getting too old. Must need to take you to a bingo night or something, get some excitement in your life."
Shand fairly tosses the lunch bag onto the workbench along the wall and shrugs defensively as he fishes out his order and lays out Dolan's.