#chance001

[thephoebeyates]

It was the stress of making sure both the birthday boys were having a nice time, sure, but Phoebe couldn't help but feel a little talked down to at this so-called chef's comment. "I mean, I don't think you need to go to culinary school to figure out what happens to ice cream if left out the freezer. My friend's kid knows that, and she's two years old." She supposed he was just trying to be nice, in his own roundabout way, and figured saving the cake and making him feel like the Big Man on Campus for a minute or two would be a win-win. However, Phoebe did keep a mental note to ask Foster if it was a chef thing to be this arrogant, or if the man in front of her was a special case.

"I mean, you can help by opening the doors, if you want." The cake wasn't exactly heavy, just boxy. That and it'd be a sure-fire way to keep him out of the kitchen, which would definitely piss off Leon.

guarding  of  the  dessert  with  sudden  relish  was  rather  comical.  with  how  she  was  acting,  chance  would  believe  she'd  been  the  one  to  bake  it.  dessert  chefs  were  definitely  like  that.  he  had  met  a  few  who  were  hesitant  to  even  cut  through  their  creations  during  the  celebration.  for  this,  he  couldn't  completely  blame  them.  some  of  their  artistic  endeavours  involved  blown  sugar  -  glass  and  ornate  icing  decorations  and  hand  -  made  chocolate  leaves.  he  wouldn't  want  to  touch  a  damn  thing  on  his  cake  either.  he  didn't  have  much  actual  baking  experience;  just  enough,  due  to  how  many  lines  he  worked.

regardless,  this  was  a  different  kind  of  line.  he  held  both  hands  up.  “hey!  hey,  suit  yourself.  i  was  just  tryna  be  friendly.  ‘cause  i’m  a  chef,  and  i  know  what  can  happen  to  ice  cream,  that's  all.  didn't  want  it  to  melt  all  over  the  others.  i'm  already  having  a  good  time,  i  promise."  the  pub  was  a  usual  kind  of  bustling  environment  for  chance  as  well.  he  was  more  accustomed  to  this  than  the  finer  things  at  the  pearl.  which,  whenever  he  called  it  that,  he  thought  of  his  favourite  pirate  movies.  did  she  think  he  was  a  cake  pirate?  yeah,  he  wouldn't  blame  her.  “just  wanna  keep  it  good,  yeah?  for  everyone.”

[themadisynhuang]

Usually people didn’t ask this many questions, but it wasn’t an issue, Madisyn could handle it. Her Instagram Lives had taught her well. “I heard, they’re like, looking for a particular look. One that just screams Halloween, embracing the whole all-American vision.” She decided on, throwing out enough buzzwords to make it sound super profresh. “And in my opinion, a sexy Mother Nature just doesn’t fit the vibe.” She nodded over to the costume in question, the green leaves marred by an earlier sangria. “But, like, sexy firemen? Is that your vibe?” Madi would be a liar if she said she didn’t judge, but you couldn’t blame a girl for being curious.

She bit down on her disposable straw in her cup at his follow up question, shrugging coyly in response. “I have no idea what you mean, I’m very stable, and unlike some of these bitches, know how to walk in heels. What about you Zorro? On a scale from 1 - 10, how drunk we feeling?”

sipping slowly, for once, due to how things tended to go when he low-balled his drinks, he decided that dressing as the original charismatic guy, zorro, was the best idea. black hat, black cape, everything drawn out from the depths of his closet. he was wearing a costume someone else didn't get a chance to, and yeah, maybe it meant he should've chosen something different, but it was way too fucking late now. madisyn's heel tore through another skirt, which chance only heard because that was when the house music decided to blip out like a sonar. he lowered his cup, with an arch of his brow, as she approached the table where he stood. "ehhh. not really. are ... you?" now, he wasn't throwing self-doubt back on purpose. it's just how he talked to almost everybody. "i'm dying to hear about how unfair they're being."

before he could listen, he offered some guesses. "are they only looking at the skimpy costumes? like the lingerie ones? sexy fireman? or is it like, oh man, your skirt is too long, like a uniform deduction? went to private school for a year, so, that one totes wouldn't surprise me." at least if she stepped on something or spilt a drink, his costume would hide it. "by the way, you ain't drunk, are you? i saw you trippin' over people out on the dance floor." he smirked over the lip of his drink. he wasn't too off-put by the idea of sabotage, so it wasn't off the table for him to say he would help either.

[thephoebeyates]

Even though it had been Phoebe’s suggestion to haul the cake back to the freezer, she stilled at the outright bossiness of someone she didn’t quite recognize. Regardless if they were a friend of Linc or Leon, she was always hesitant to let people she didn’t know in the back, especially those who tried to man a situation she was handling fine. Perhaps it was just her attachment to O’Shea’s, but it was more than just a pub, especially to Leon, and unless she could vet for them, or they had the older man’s trust, she felt hesitant to allow them out back.

“That’s okay, I think someone is getting Linc.” She stepped in front of the cake, ready to guard the dessert with her life if need be. “It was his idea to bring the cake out so, he should be the one handling it.” She wasn’t going to get blamed for the oversight of not having a cooler for it at the ready, or for picking it at all.  “Thanks though. You should go enjoy yourself.”

he  never  liked  to  meddle  when  it  came  to  parties.  he  was  there  to  attend  or  something,  provide  a  laugh,  be  the  comic  relief,  then  leave  out  the  back  door.  sometimes  with  someone?  but  it  didn't  have  to  be  a  requirement.  now,  here  he  was,  staring  down  the  table  with  the  cake.  the  ice  cream,  beginning  to  melt,  and  the  cook  in  his  heart  wanted  to  grab  it  and  throw  it  back  in  the  freezer.  if  it  went  the  same  way  that  it  was  sliding,  it  would  go  all  over  the  floor.  hard  work,  and  a  party,  ruined  in  one  fell  swoop.

he  cleared  his  throat,  rotating  his  drink  around  in  his  hand.  “haven't  seen  ‘em.  sorry.  i  think  we’d  be  better  off  to  just  haul  it  back.  otherwise,  you'll  lose  the  whole  damn  thing.”  it  emerged  as  drenched  in  sarcasm  as  the  rest  of  chance  tended  to  be.  pointing  things  out. 

glancing  around,  there  was  no  one  else  in  the  immediate  area.  he  sighed,  setting  his  drink  down.  “right,  let's  get  this  over  with.  which  freeze  you  get  it  out  of?  i'll  take  this  side.”  he  huffed,  rubbing  his  hands  together.  “should've  brought  a  cooler  or  something  for  this  monster.”  he  offered  a  chuckle,  just  in  case  it  sounded  too  sharp.  “it's  about  to  cause  a  mess  without  one.”