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[joyshowtechs]

The JoyShow Kitchen Order Display System Revolutionized Kitchen Efficiency

Have you ever wondered how busy restaurants coordinate their kitchen orders so seamlessly? Enter the Kitchen Order Display System (KODS), a groundbreaking solution that simplifies kitchen operations. It digitally organizes incoming orders, ensuring precision and efficiency. To learn more about this culinary innovation, check out our blog and visit our website.

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Taking Stock: The Essentials of Restaurant Inventory Management Software

In the realm of gastronomy, where patrons demand nothing less than top-tier cuisine and impeccable service, restaurant proprietors and administrators face the arduous task of maintaining a well-stocked kitchen, minimizing wastefulness, and effectively managing expenditures. This is precisely where the realm of restaurant inventory management software comes into play. In this extensive discourse, we embark on a profound exploration of the fundamentals surrounding restaurant inventory management software, accentuating its merits, pivotal attributes, and the transformative potential it harbors for restaurant operations. 

What Constitutes Restaurant Inventory Management Software? 

Restaurant inventory management software stands as a formidable tool meticulously engineered to empower restaurant proprietors and supervisors in their relentless pursuit of methodically overseeing, tracking, and mastering their inventory infrastructure. It proffers a digital remedy to the timeless quandaries tied to the meticulous surveillance of ingredients, provisions, and equipment. This software forms the bedrock of a meticulously organized culinary haven, perpetually ensuring the harmonious rhythm of all operations. 

The Merits of Adhering to Inventory Management Software 

Meticulous Expenditure Oversight 

Amongst the most noteworthy advantages attributed to restaurant inventory management software is its capacity to exercise judicious expenditure control. Through precise monitoring of inventory levels and the vigilant observation of consumption patterns, avenues for curbing extravagance and trimming expenses are unveiled. The ramifications of this could be profound, bearing the potential to elevate profitability to unprecedented heights. 

Augmented Precision 

Manual inventory management bears the inherent vulnerability of yielding inaccuracies, a potential source of stock-related discrepancies. The advent of inventory management software dispels this risk through the mechanization of the entire process. It endows you with real-time data, perpetually ensuring the pristine precision of your inventory records. 

Amplified Efficiency 

Efficiency is the quintessential cornerstone upon which any prosperous restaurant establishment is erected. Inventory management software expedites the ordering procedures by triggering alerts when inventory dwindles perilously low. This precludes the peril of overstocking or the harrowing scenario of crucial ingredients vanishing from your inventory, safeguarding the seamless operation of your kitchen. 

The Pivotal Attributes of Restaurant Inventory Management Software 

To surge past competitors within the fiercely competitive restaurant landscape, a keen comprehension of the cardinal attributes rendering inventory management software indispensable is imperative: 

Inventory Surveillance - At its core, inventory management software is the sentinel of your inventory realm. It furnishes you with the means to vigilantly monitor the quantity and utilization of each constituent in real time. A mere glance suffices to discern which items teeter on the precipice of depletion, necessitating prompt replenishment. 

Astute Supplier Management - Effective supplier management assumes a pivotal role in the flourishing of any dining establishment. Inventory management software empowers you to maintain meticulous records of your suppliers, encompassing their contact details and pricing specifics. Some advanced iterations even facilitate the automation of reordering contingent on predetermined criteria. 

Integration with Culinary Repertoire - Seamless integration with your restaurant's menu constitutes a game-changing facet. It ensures that you perpetually possess the necessary ingredients to conjure each culinary masterpiece. Additionally, it provides insights into the most financially rewarding items on your menu. 

The Prudent Selection of Restaurant Inventory Management Software 

The task of selecting the apt software solution for your dining establishment is a decision of paramount importance, one that warrants meticulous deliberation. Here are some sagacious pointers to steer you toward an informed decision: 

Discern Your Precise Requisites 

Before embarking on your quest, undertake a comprehensive assessment of your restaurant's unique requirements. Contemplate factors such as the scale of your establishment, the intricacies of your culinary repertoire, and your fiscal constraints. Such self-awareness will function as the compass guiding you through your selection process. 

2. Embrace a User-Friendly Interface 

Opt for software that boasts an intuitive interface. Your staff should be able to acclimate themselves to it effortlessly, sans the need for extensive training endeavors. A user-friendly interface will not only conserve time but also stave off the specter of inadvertent errors. 

3. Seamless Integration Capabilities 

In instances where you are already availing yourself of other restaurant management software solutions, ascertain that your inventory system possesses the seamless integration capability essential for harmonious coexistence. Integration simplifies your operational workflow and obviates the redundancy of effort. 

In Denouement 

Inventory management with point of sale restaurant software appears as a hidden catalyst with the potential to propel your dining establishment to previously undiscovered levels of excellence. It is an important asset for any restaurateur or manager because of its ability to control expenses, improve precision, increase productivity, and provide invaluable data insights. You gain a competitive advantage in the frenetic world of gastronomy by meticulously handpicking software that matches your specific needs.

[markthomas]

From Concept to Plate: Building Unique Dining Experiences with an AI Menu Generator

Innovation is as important as the food itself in gastronomy. An AI menu generator is the sous-chef behind creating innovations by breaking and merging technology and creativity for unforgettable dining experiences. Restaurant owners and managers need a secret ingredient to stay at the cutting edge of culinary innovation.

AI in Menu Construction: Unlocking Culinary Inventiveness

An AI menu is no novelty plaything; it is a power of creativity. It catches the pulse of global trends in cuisine and combines them with your kitchen's capabilities to curate menus that tantalize taste buds and leave your restaurant high and dry.

Customized to Taste

Whether it's vegan vittles or gluten-free gourmet, be accommodating to every possible desire. The AI menu discerns offerings according to customer diets and personal tastes, so there is something for everyone at the table in this culinary escapade.

Ingredients for Success: AI in Your Kitchen

Seasonal Suggestions at a Click

Seasonality is the spice of life in the world of fine dining. From using seasonal produce to ensuring the correct timing with local harvests, AI-menu generation can offer dishes that celebrate the freshest possible ingredients, to make a menu delicious as well as eco-friendly.

Waste Not, Want Not

Reducing waste is another significant issue for the food service sector, and AI menus are just the thing to address this. Predicting what's going to be in high demand, the AI menu helps the smart systems adjust the quantity of ingredients purchased, thus reducing leftovers, or how you run your inventory.

A Buffet of Data: How AI Feeds into Menu Development

Analytics on the Fly

A professional AI-driven menu generator puts together more than an aesthetically pleasing list of dishes-it provides a digestible breakdown of what's hot and what's not. Use this to adjust your offerings, ensuring that every dish is a crowd-pleaser.

Pricing Perfection

Get the price right every time. The AI-enabled menu generator analyzes cost data, helping you price dishes in a way that delights both the diner's wallet and your bottom line.

Spice Up Marketing with AI-enriched Menus

Picture-Perfect Menus

An AI-driven menu generator will allow you to create not only the text of your menu but also its look and feel. Responsive design means it is adapted to the platform: whether it's a printed menu, a website feature, or a must-see on the mobile app.

Socially Savvy Specials

Use menu developments generated through AI to go viral on social media. With the clicks of a few buttons, any holiday or event will be able to evoke themed specials in your restaurant, which will talk town and share of the day.

The Human Touch in Tech- Enhanced Dining

Collaboration is key

AI complements, not replaces, the human factor. Chefs and managers can work with AI tools to fine-tune and approve menus to ensure each dish captures the restaurant's soul and the skill of the kitchen.

Training an AI to Your Taste

An AI-driven menu generator is a lot like a good chef: it gets better with experience. Train it with feedback and results; it will hone its suggestions until becoming a personalized culinary consultant in due time.

Built for Flexibility: AI Menus in an Ever-Shifting World

Meeting Consumer Needs on Dietary Restrictions

With health and dietary restrictions making the top of the list for consumer concerns, AI-driven menu generators can quickly and seamlessly adapt to include keto-friendly, paleo, or low-sodium options that make your menus as dynamic as they are delicious.

Positioning for Trends

Stay ahead of the gastronomic game by using AI to spot and respond to emerging food trends. From grain bowls to artisanal ferments, be the first to dish out the next big thing in food.

Conclusion: Your Menu, Redefined by AI

It is time to decorate your restaurant with the magic of an AI menu generator, crafting unique dining experiences that keep customers coming back and profits up. With high-tech accuracy and a dash of culinary artistry, your restaurant will be at the head of the parade, promising a culinary journey in each mouthful with menus.

Don't just settle for the status quo. Raise your menu above the ordinary and breathe life into something new and unbelievable. Aiming to turn your concept into a plate that rings with every diner? Schedule your demo session with eatOS now and turn your culinary dreams into reality that people just can't resist. Bon appétit to innovation!

[eatossolutions]

Kitchen Display Systems for Restaurants | Online Solutions for Fast Orders

Upgrade your restaurant with online kitchen display systems. Streamline order management, reduce errors, and improve kitchen efficiency with real-time digital displays. Perfect for fast-paced kitchens.

[ibrinfotech2024]

Enhancing Restaurant Operations with Advanced Restaurant Management Software

Discover how advanced Restaurant Management Software optimizes operations, boosts efficiency, and elevates customer experiences. From seamless order processing to inventory management, these innovative solutions empower restaurants to streamline workflows and stay ahead in the competitive industry landscape. Unlock the potential of technology to revolutionize your restaurant business today.

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[villainoustrioau]

Okay, guys, here's the plot

Fanfic by Milkyr (thanks @peachyfnaf for editing <3)

Art by CreesA

Reunion

“Eclipse… Promise me one thing before I turn off and you're loaded into your own body..."

"Yes, of course! Anything for you, Sunny."

"No matter what happens… Don't lose yourself."

Gray fingers touched golden ones, and Eclipse looked at Sun. At his beaming smile and pale blue eyes filled with care and slight excitement.

"Whatever that means, I promise."

This was the last time Eclipse saw his Sun happy and alive.

***

Emerging from his own memories, Solar raised his head from the table. He fell asleep on the blueprints again. Grumbling softly to himself, the inventor got to his feet and stretched, hearing his iron joints creak. The animatronic soundlessly walked in soft slippers to the laboratories exit door. Focusing his hearing module on the space beyond the door, Solar listened to the sound of… nothing.

It was pretty quiet here.

Leaving the lab, Solar shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.

"Ruin?"

He called softly, going first into the living room, then into the kitchen, then into one of the bedrooms.

"Eclipse?"

But he wasn't here either.

"Jack?"

It seems that he was completely alone in the bunker.

Solar went through all the rooms once more to make sure that no one was here, and then returned to his lab, blocking the front door and turning on the sound insulation in the room.

He pulled off the worn gray cloth from a capsule, which was located in the depths of the lab and was securely disguised as a "garbage can" so that no one would have the desire to ask questions about what was there. Pushing aside some wooden crates, the mechanic looked at the horizontal capsule with regret in his eyes. Inside, under the glass, laid Sun. But not Sun of whose dimension they now live.

It was his Sun. It was Sunny. The one who was always kind to Solar when he first woke up in someone else's body and didn't understand why he was no longer part of Moon. The one who sacrificed his life in order for Solar to get a chance at his own. The mechanic shook his head, pushing away the obsessive thoughts. His gaze was determined.

He's going to get Sunny back. He will get Sunny back. He's sacrificed too much not to. His fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard of the hidden device in the capsule, and the light inside it lit up. Solar frowned in concentration as he immersed himself in his calculations. He has been working on restoring Sun for several months now- it was very dangerous to work when someone else was in the bunker. His plans could be discovered, so he had to do everything slowly and carefully.

Suddenly, the computer let out an approving beep. The inventor opened his eyes in surprise, looking at the big green check mark on the screen. Did… Did he do it..? Did he really succeed..?

With trembling hands, Solar typed a couple of commands, and a progress bar was displayed on the monitor, gradually filling in black. The mechanic pressed his palms against the glass of the capsule, watching with hope in his eyes as the light inside grew brighter.

“Download complete. All systems stabilized. All external modules running properly. Turn designation: ‘Sunny’ on?”

Solar pressed the confirmation button on the keyboard, staring in fascination as the animatronic in the capsule began to make soft noises. At first it was the crackle of electricity, then the noise of the fans, which became quieter almost immediately as he switched to silent mode.

Sunny opened his eyes.

At first, his eyes were cloudy, he heard only isolated sounds- an incomprehensible buzzing- and felt a heaviness all over his body. He saw a dark blue spot above him.

"Moon..?”

His vision began to clear, and the dark blue spot turned into a dark orange. Who is that? Sunny could say with confidence that this was the first time he’d seen such an animatronic model, but his gaze caught on a couple of details in the appearance, and he gasped.

"Eclipse..?"

Sun spoke with hesitance, still unsure of his assumption.

"Yes."

Solar replied in a quiet, trembling voice, feeling tears running down his cheeks.

"What… What happened?" Sunny asked in surprise, noticing out of the corner of his eye that he was lying in some kind of capsule, a lot of wires were plugged in all over his body. "There must be some mistake here..."

"What do you mean? You're alive, and that's good!"

Solar replied in euphoric disbelief, opening the lid of the capsule. "...You probably didn't understand me," Sunny smiled awkwardly, "the separation should have killed me. I knew I was going to die, but… I wanted to give you the opportunity to live in your own body, live your own life!..

Or..." Sun's gaze suddenly became sad and hesitant. "Or… Or are we both dead and this is the afterlife? Oh no- I'm so sorry- I never meant for this to happe-..."

"-No, no, it's okay! I'm alive, and you're alive too," Solar grabbed Sunny's hand so that he could feel his touch, squeezing it like he would leave him again if he dared to let go, "And I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Never again."

"...Wait!" Sunny suddenly realized something. Attempting to sit up, he rapidly looked around, whipping his head from side-to-side. But Solar restrained him from his attempts, holding Sunny still as carefully disconnected the capsule's wiring so that nothing would be damaged. "W- Where are we? Where’s Moon?!"

"Be careful! Your systems are still very fragile after such a long period of inactivity," the inventor replied, "I'll... I'll explain everything, just let me make sure you can move safely, okay?"

"...Solar, you're making me a little nervous. Where is our brother?"

Sunny asked his question once more, feeling a familiar anxiety slowly creeping up on his mechanisms, making its way under his endoskeleton and stirring the very core of the animatronic. Finally, he was able to sit up and look around. What kind of place is this…

"...Yes. Yes, you did die that day." Solar began with bitterness in his voice, trying not to look into Sunny's eyes as he recounted the memory. "It shocked both Moon and I, and it broke us, and then… And then..." the inventor's voice went tight as a lump formed his throat, forcing him to sound on the verge of tears as he continued.

"...His killcode took over his body. I couldn't save him, Sunny. There was an… accident." He bitterly squeezed out the words. "I'm Sorry, Sun. I'm so, so sorry. Moon is no longer with us."

The final statement hit Sunny like the crack of a painful whip. The whole world trembled right in front of his eyes. Shaking hands clutched at the face plate, despair flooding his features.

"...N-No... nononono, NO! T-This can't… It can't be..." Sun's voice warbled out in despair, "Please, tell me you're lying! T-That this is all a bad joke! PLEASE!"

Before Sunny could lose himself anymore, he felt thin and trembling arms wrap around his back. It was Solar.

Sunny buried his face in Solar's shoulder, shaking and sobbing like a traumatized child. He was absolutely shattered by the news. Moon was his day-one. His other half. His brother. The animatronic he was closest to before they separated and Eclipse appeared.

Gradually, slowly, the sobs in the air began to subside. A numb, pulsating sadness took the place of despair. Sun slightly pulled away from Solar and sighed loudly, causing his fans to flare up for a moment.

"But... What happened then..? H-How are we here?" He asked hollowly, looking at the mechanic.

"I had to conspire with dangerous criminals to survive. Working with them, I at least had a chance to get you back." Solar lowered the tone of his voice, "As of now, my name is no longer Eclipse. My name is Solar."

"Oh my God…" Sunny gasped in fright, taking Solar's face in his hands and looking at his rays. It was only now that he noticed how dirty and broken they were. "D- Did they do this to you? The criminals?!"

"No, no, I'm fine. They won't touch me, we have an… agreement," the inventor shook his head slightly, "But they must not find out about you. We're currently in a bunker under the pizzaplex. This is my lab, and we're in another dimension. But I promise we'll escape from here. I'll find a way.”

"B-But how can they not find out about me if they literally live here?" Sunny shivered, feeling fear creep up his spine. Poor Solar, what kind of mess did he get into..?

"Don't worry, they won't come into my lab. This is my personal space, and no one can come here without my permission." Solar took Sunny's hands in his own once more and looked into his eyes.

"Their names are Ruin and Eclipse. They're both very dangerous- Ruin can infect you with a virus that makes you want to kill, and Eclipse is just out of control when he's not in the mood- and he's always not in the mood. Knowing him, he'll tear you apart as soon as he sees you! Swear to me that you will not leave the lab under any circumstances. Please."

"Solar, I..." Sunny spoke quietly, confused and terrified eyes gazing into the tired and sad ones of the mechanic. "...I trust you. I promise that I will do whatever you say, and help in any way I can."

"Thank you, Sunny. Thank you." Solar leaned forward to hug Sun again, "I'm glad you're back." "Yes..." Sunny hugged the animatronic in response, "I'm so glad to see you, too…"

[callsigngrim]

Let me taste you

This is smut so please MDNI

Warnings: smut, face sitting cocky Konig she/her reader pronouns kinda self insert

This is the first time in years that I've written smut so bear with me.

I hope you enjoy!!!

He knew it was wrong but by the gods he couldn't help himself. She looked too sweet walking around wearing a short summer dress. She had invited him over to watch a movie after he'd just come back from deployment. One could argue that it was simply the adrenaline that hadn't completely left his system. Or it was because all of her soft curves were on display being hugged by the soft material of her dress. God it would look even better bunched up around her waist as she bounced on his cock. Fuck he had to calm down. She was his neighbour, his sweet shy neighbour who baked cookies and collected  succulents. He shouldn't be having these thoughts.

Konig continues to watch her as she bustles around in the kitchen grabbing snacks for their movie night.

You throw the last pillow onto the couch before beckoning Konig closer. You smile as you see him sit on your couch. He takes up almost all of the space leaving only a little room for you,not that you really mind.

You like being close to him. Always touching him in some way. Movie nights always left you painfully turned on from being so close to the very large and very handsome man. He was always so thoughtful helping you whenever you asked, there were plenty of times that you wanted to say something about how you feel about him but every time you would stop yourself out of fear of rejection.

You're halfway into the movie zoning out before you realise you're almost sitting on his lap having thrown your feet over his thighs in order to get comfortable. You make a move to get off but he stops you before you get the chance to move. He looks at you intensely slowly taking notice of the blush covering your cheeks and the way your pupils have dilated

"Enjoying the movie mein schatz"? His voice sounds deeper than usual but still has a teasing tone to it. You're just about to answer before you hear the actors on screen moan. You're blushing you can feel it turns out you didn't pay attention to what movie you had put on.

You want to say something but your voice is gone. You quickly shift trying to get off before you and Konig simultaneously freeze you brushed against his cock which was definitely not soft. 

Konig was still laughing while you wriggled out of his grasp when your leg brushed up against him; he didn't have time to register that he all but moaned when that happened, too caught up in trying to read you when he saw your eyes widen at the realisation that he was hard.

You both stare at each other, your leg still very close to Konigs aching member. "The uh movie must have gotten you riled up a bit huh"? You cringe at your choice of words god he's probably embarrassed and now you made it worse by opening your big mouth.

Konig is silent, staring at you as he thinks about what to do or say. He's about to play it off and just laugh and say yes it was the movie before he catches your thighs subtly rubbing together

Fuck it he thinks."It's you Libeling you made me hard you got me "riled up" wearing that short dress and showing off your gorgeous body"

His words catch you off guard there is no way this man got turned on by you. As if reading your mind Konig pulls you so that you're sitting in his lap legs on either side of him and your pussy is right on top of his cock. It takes everything in you not to grind down on him to feel that delicious friction. But you manage to hold back.

"I've been wanting you for months,schatz do you know how hard it is not to rip off your pretty little dresses and take you right then and there"? 

"Konig please" you mewl put his name fuck your wet from just a little bit of dirty talk and literally just sitting on his clothed dick.

The tension he had been feeling for months finally snaps the moment your pretty begging hits his ears. He surges forward kissing you and pulling you impossibly close to him. It's a heady collision of passion between you two. You kiss and kiss tongues twisting together breaths mingling as you give into one another. You pull away absolutely breathless as he moves kissing down your neck pulling the straps off you dress down so he can plant kisses on your tits. He starts sucking each one with vigour alternating between kissing and sucking to twisting and pulling them till you're a moaning mess.

He stops suddenly and you whine at the loss of his mouth on you.

He shifts until he's laying down on the couch with you being pulled up to sit on his chest.

"Let me taste you liebling, be good for me and ride my face". You look at his face flushed, his chest is rising and falling rapidly and he looks like he wants to devour you. How can you say no?

You quickly take off your panties before moving up to hover over his face. His pupils are blow wide you can barely make out the small ring of blue in his eyes. "Are you sure,I don't want to hurt you? '' You've always been subconscious about your weight and you were scared you might hurt him.

"Please Schatz ride my face let me taste you"

You don't have time to argue before he pulls you down and starts licking you with abandon 

His hands keep you in place and you can only stay there and take the assault on your pussy. Konig sucks and licks your clit causing you to clutch the couch for support.

He moans when you grab his hair grasping it gently as he slowly starts to fuck into your tight  hole with his tongue. It feels so good and it's not long before he pulls a mindblowing orgasm from you. As you try to pull away he pulls you back down starting all over again. He eventually helps you get to your second climax when he moves your hips making you grind yourself against his face. The noises are obscene and filthy from the wet sounds from how he eats you out to your moans and his groans only getting louder as you climb to yet another orgasm.

He lets up a little gently pushing you up so he can insert a finger into you. He keeps licking and sucking and with the added fingers you come again seeing stars.

You pull off of him and collapse on top of him exhausted ready to cuddle and fall asleep.

But your eyes widen when he finally speaks

"I think you're ready to take my cock now mein liebling"

[kittynugg]

heyyyy guess what i write sometimes too

words: 3,821 im really rusty with writing so uhh read up idk

Stanford Pines had always been a loner.

The stone-cold, action movie hero type of man who never needed anything from anybody. Certainly not companionship.

It was dark. Eleven-thirty, an hour after his niece and nephew had finally stopped bugging him. The boy, who had introduced himself as “Dopper”, “Roderick”, and “Dipper”, had asked him enough questions to make his head spin and English stop making sense to him. And he enjoyed answering questions! 

The jury was still out on his name.. All of those seemed cruel to name a child, especially “Roderick”. What he did know for sure was that his nephew was rather sharp for his age. Hence the gratuitous questions.

Mabel, whose name he knew from the girl repeatedly introducing herself in what almost seemed to be a sugar-fueled record skip, asked more about rather childish things like his favorite color (red) and animal (plaidypus). Then, of course, Stanley shooed them away come ten-thirty so they could go to bed and he could have a moment of peace.

Several hours of peace.

Thank the stars.

He decided to spend these hours awake so as to savor them. Also because he couldn't seem to get to sleep, but that wasn't the focus of his reasoning. The nonstop questions, the footsteps pounding on the floor above him and voices shriek-laughing, it was miserable. And Stan had done his best to keep them away from him! It was preferable, yet almost offensive.. Like he was some kind of monster they needed to be protected from.

“As far as I'm concerned, they're the only family I have left.” Fine. Maybe he was a monster. But he was a monster with a job to finish; dismantling the portal. He’d spent the hour since the kids had gone to bed at work, and a well-deserved break was in order.

And so he found himself in the kitchen. Pitch darkness was broken by the refrigerator light as he opened it up and sifted through it. He moved a box of Pitt Cola aside to find a rather captivating prize in the back of the fridge, a six-pack of beer with a sticky-note reading “STAN’S B SODA DO NOT TOUCH” attached to the cardboard handle of the carrier.

Now, Ford was never quite fond of alcohol, but it had been thirty years since he’d tasted Earth alcohol. A mix of curiosity, temptation and the desire to stick it to his brother that person living upstairs won over the simple thought of “I don’t really like this stuff.”

Also he didn’t want to think about why he couldn’t sleep and stress was a bitch.

A six-fingered hand carefully removed the sticky note, and he took out a pen to write on it. 

“Very convincing, Knucklehead. -Stanford Pines” was written in neat cursive. He took a bottle of “soda” from the pack and stuck the square of yellow paper back onto it. With the beer in-hand and his journal tucked away in his coat for writing, he realized he would need a private place to unwind. The basement was stuffy. Clearly Stan hadn’t taken care of the ventilation system. Another one of his messes he would have to clean up. 

The ideal place would have fresh, cool air, and no “family” to bother him. Unlike that person living upstairs, he didn’t have family. He’d left that behind years ago. There simply wasn’t room for family in his life, not with the dark path he trekked. Destiny wanted him alone and so alone he was.

He dramatically looked to the window as he tried to sip from his closed beer bottle, then glared at it as if it’d dampened his melodramatic display on purpose. But then his eyes darted back up to the window. Fresh air, check. It was outside in the woods. No family, check. Everyone was asleep anyway. 

Bingo! He would sit outside for a while! With a pinch of luck, Stan hadn’t removed the ladder leading up to the roof. A beer and journaling in the great outdoors. That was just what he needed tonight.

A short walk into the, ugh, gift shop led him to where the ladder used to reside, now obscured by a blue curtain but still there. The bottle was stored in his coat (it had the perfect little pocket for it, he normally stored a gun in it) so he could climb the ladder with both hands.

He opened up the hatch in the ceiling to poke his head out and look around, and once he was sure nothing was there to watch him he pulled himself up and through. Aged roof tiles nearly slipped out from under his feet as he stepped onto them. Stan’s laziness was going to kill him someday, he swore to god.

Or.. Whatever was up there, he thought as he looked to the stars.

There was a nice, flat edge he could sit on above one of the attic windows. And when he glanced up there, he even saw a chair and cooler! Absolutely not the doing of that person- Stan, too wordy, because Stan was deathly afraid of heights. And the large one (Zeus?) seemed to listen to whatever he said. The only person left to be the culprit had to have been the teenage girl working the counter, Mabel and his nephew were out of the question. Too short and weak to bring anything up there.

Wendy, on the other hand, was the daughter of “Boyish Dan” Corduroy, and he’d seen that man in the gift shops. No longer boyish, and no longer non threatening. He could snap a person in half like a toothpick and then use them as a toothpick. Logically, his children would inherit that strength. 

He climbed onto the edge and parked himself up on the chair. A relaxed sigh broke the near-silence of the night, only crickets and the rustling of wind through trees serving to serenade him.

Until he heard the pitter-patter of footsteps. Light ones, and they made muted clicks against the floor below the open hatch. He recognized the sound as Mabel’s slippers. So he wasn’t surprised when he saw her head poke up to look around. Surprised that she was awake, maybe, but not surprised that it was her.

When they locked eyes for a second Ford quickly looked away, figuring that eye contact would make her come closer and knowing that he didn't want that, then opened up his beer.

Ignore it and it might go away.

Unfortunately for his me-time she did not. Instead, she climbed up herself, smiling at him as if it wasn't far past her bedtime. She didn't even look tired. A sip was taken from the brown glass bottle, he figured he would need it even more now- oh that tasted disgusting.

“Grunkle Ford!” The girl skipped up to him with practiced ease. Not a single tile shifted under her feet, which prompted him to wonder how she did it. He didn’t get the chance to ask before she flung herself beside him onto the lawn chair. It nearly tipped over with the force, causing him to flinch and shoot a subtle glare at her anything-but-subtle.. self.

She looked at him with a pair of wide, innocent eyes. “You come up here, too?” Asked Mabel with a glance down at his beer. The way her brows furrowed indicated that she knew what it was, and why he might be drinking it alone in the middle of the night. So what if he was a little stressed? “Wendy comes up here to get out of doing stuff at work..” Her eyes flicked back up to his face with the addition.

He took a drink, then got off of the chair so she could fully sit. Maybe she’d put a damper on his night but she didn’t deserve to be cramped on the edge of the chair or on the roof tiles. And maybe he didn’t want to be cramped on a chair with her. Human contact (or any contact with a living being that didn’t involve violence) had become– Was always very foreign to him. Standing with one arm folded behind his back and the other holding his bottle, he spoke.

“I did take her for the aloof type.” Like all teenagers, Wendy was uncaring and scared him with her insincere compliments and new age “computing phone”. He could name a single teenager who he wasn’t afraid of and that teenager had grown up to be a waste. “I don’t usually come up here, no, but I would before your other Uncle came along.”

The discouraged look that flashed behind her eyes wasn’t unnoticed by Ford, despite how quickly it was replaced with determination. A determination that made him nervous. “You mean Grunkle Stan.” With insistence masked by harmlessness she smiled up at him. Like the correction wasn’t at all hostile.

“..Right. Stanley,” relented Stanford before sitting on the roof tiles to be a little closer to her level. She didn’t seem satisfied by that, and gestured expectantly for him to continue. What? What else was he supposed to say? “What, what’s this?” He mimicked the movements of her hands with an arched eyebrow.

Apparently that was the wrong answer, he assumed, watching as her eyes narrowed at him. “And who is Stan?”

“..Your.. Great Uncle? We went over this seconds ago.” He’d have to run some tests later, he was concerned for her memory. 

Luckily, she elaborated, “who is he to you?” Ah. She could have just said that was what she wanted. He didn’t even think about his answer before it slipped from his mouth. “My twin brother.”

“That’s right!” Mabel jumped up with a beam, yelping at the chair nearly toppling over. Acting on reflex he placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Once she was stable again, he moved away and resumed his original position, hands subtly and habitually hidden behind his back.

“Be careful,” he scolded, “a fall from that height is enough to break bones.” ..Said the one drinking alcohol, which stunted one’s coordination. Maybe he was being a hypocrite. Nevertheless his statement was still valid, he was much better equipped to fall off of a roof than her. 

A sheepishly muttered apology from her sent a pang of.. Was that guilt? Yes, he felt guilty for scolding her. If these kids were going to be living under his roof for a while, he supposed he’d have to get used to scolding them in a way that didn’t cause fear or shame. That never worked on Stan when they were young.

It must have been why he ended up so.. Unruly, into adulthood. Because he lacked the proper discipline. 

No use dwelling on it, he needed to find out what Mabel was doing up. Sleep was crucial to a growing child and by the looks of it neither of the children had been getting enough. “What are you doing awake? It’s an hour past your bedtime.” 

His eyes barely caught a mischievous smirk plastered on the girl’s face before she turned her head. Then she looked back at him with that same ‘I’m an angel and would never do anything wrong!’ face, but this time with a hint of.. Sorrow?

“Grunkle Ford.. Do you ever feel, um..” The vulnerable tone she spoke in hit him right in the hardwired paternal instincts. ”Sad?” As she continued it seemed almost like another little sparkle appeared in those eyes of hers, which didn’t help 

Naturally, in spite of his.. Awkwardness around children, or humans in general, he hoped to curb this sadness. What to say, though? According to his research females were at higher risk of experiencing depressive symptoms than males. With any luck this “sadness” she spoke of wouldn’t be related to that. She was getting to the age where he’d started experiencing.. Mental troubles of the like.

“Occasionally,” he decided upon answering, “but sadness is an emotion everyone exper-”

She interrupted him. “That isn’t really what I mean.” Hm. That wasn’t looking good for the depression theory. “I mean, like.. Lost? And kinda alone?”

He pretended to consider her question, though immediately knowing the answer. Did he feel lost? Yes. Give him time, he’d find himself. Did he feel alone? Yes, but it was better that way. His life was too dangerous to share with another person.

So he answered, “well, yes. But you have your brother by your side. You aren’t alone at all.” Always a confusing feeling. Loneliness despite being surrounded by people. Oddly enough, he didn’t seem to feel that now. “Have you been feeling that way?” 

“I know I’ve got Dipper,” ah, so that was his name, “but do you have anyone? I heard you and Stan talking. You don’t sound really happy.” Her brows knitted together as she seemed to scrutinize his expression, an expression that had gone just as thoughtful as hers. A little offended, frankly.

This wasn’t about him. Since when was this about him?

He was perfectly happy, for her information. Dusty old college textbooks, paranormal creatures and the fungi growing in the basement that made him woozy were enough company for him.

“I have the cycloptopus, it’s..” words trailing off, he remembered that the cycloptopus wasn’t a good conversationalist and liked escaping its jar to try and eat his flesh. It was actually kind of a jerk if you asked him. 

Mabel finished his sentence for him, “a weird creepy monster that doesn’t count?”A little amused grin worked its way into her features. “You need a person! Then you won’t feel alone anymore!”

He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off in a reprimanding tone. “A human person. Like.. Someone you’ve known for a really long time!” She made a circular gesture with her hands, seeming to expect him to get a point she was trying to make. “Someone you’ve known since, I don’t knooooow.. The womb..?”

“I don’t follow,” admitted Ford with hunched shoulders. Since the womb.. Who had he known “since the womb”? 

As it would turn out, that was not the response she was looking for, made evident by the palm she slapped to her forehead. The smile remained on her face but felt.. Customer service-like. Forced. “Someone you know really well. Or, at least, you did.. You’ve gotta know who I’m talking about.”

“I.. I really don’t, Mabe-” and then it hit him! “..You want me to reconcile with Stanley because you think I’m lonely.” That called for a nice, big drink of his beer. What a laughable request! Stan ruined his life and she wanted him to walk up to him and treat him like a person!? After he sold his soul to this “Mystery Shack” nonsense, Ford wasn’t sure if he could still call himself a person. But Mabel seemed almost excited at his correct assumption.

She chirped, “yeah! You said I have Dipper, but you don’t have anyone right now.” An empathetic gaze was directed up at him. “Wouldn’t it be a little better if you and Stan stopped being all stupid with each other?” Being called stupid hurt his (extremely) delicate ego. “..You know you’re kind of a dum-dum. And it just makes me kinda sad.” She despairingly looked at her feet.

Ooh, there were those paternal instincts again. Something about the glum look in her eyes implored him to just.. Fix it. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t annoying. With a sigh, he looked at his bottle, then poured it out over the edge. The bottle was set on the roof beside him when it was void of the bitter liquid he’d been drinking. Beer was awful, anyway.

“..Maybe I’m being a little rash, sweetie,” that slipped out, but caused Mabel’s expression to light up just a little. “Sweetie”. Ignore it. You aren’t getting attached to them, they’ll be gone in Autumn. “But you can’t expect me to just forgive Stanley.” For all he’d done? Hah! He’d have to be insane to even think about it.

She laughed softly at him, like it was silly he’d even say that. “Not yet, Grunkle Ford! I get mad at Dipper sometimes, too.” Tiny hands rose to fidget with her hair. “And it’s really hard to get over that. I think if Dipper ruined my dreams, then pushed me into some crazy-bonkers nightmare dimension I’d be mad at him for, like, a bazillion years!” Her shoulders arched in a shrug. “But we always say we’re sorry and hug it out after we’re done being big ‘ol grumps about it.”

A “big ‘ol grump”. She was calling him a “big ‘ol grump”.

“And then we’re happy again! Being all mad at Dipper is the worst, you can’t like being mad at Stan all the time.” It wasn’t something he explicitly enjoyed, no, but it was necessary. 

..Send him to the Theraprism, damnit, he’d finally lost it.

Ford ran a stressed, slightly uncoordinated hand through his hair. Certainly the alcohol was influencing this, but.. “Okay, you make a good point. I admit, I’m.. Not ready to reconcile with him. But when I am, I will.” He smiled faintly at her.

“Are you sure you’re gonna?” Mabel raised an eyebrow and squinted at him. “..I’m putting on my skepticals.” Then she made circles around her eyes with her fingers. He’d be damned, they did make her seem rather skeptical. 

So, he used an age-old technique that would surely convince her. “..Pinky-promise,” he crouched to her level, extending his extra finger. “This one’s a full finger more sincere.” A warm chuckle sealed the deal.

Or, well, Mabel’s giggle and pinky wrapped around his did.

“Pinky-promise.”

Ford tugged his sweater sleeves down and took a breath. It’d been four days since Weirdmageddon and one since Stan finally remembered him, finally remembered at least some of the good times and.. The worst of the bad. 

Since the moment Mabel’s “scrapbook therapy” sessions began to focus on him he’d been apologizing, but they’d all been met with confusion. “Yeah, uh..  I don’t even know what you did.” Now that Stan knew who he was he figured now would be a good time to make good on that pinky-promise. 

“Stanley?” He piped up, head poking into the living room. The television blared with the latest “The Duchess Approves” movie (which was probably made in the Jurassic era) and Stan was parked up on the armchair watching it.

Without even looking up, Stan greeted, “hey, Ford.” Surprisingly, the lack of attention and aloofness in his voice were comforting. He didn’t have to think about who the man in front of him was, he wasn’t tentative, he seemed to just know Ford as his brother.

The folding chair beside him attracted Stanford like a moth to a flame. He invited himself to sit on it and turned to Stan, then idly turned to watch the movie with him.

“You are insufferable, Lionel!” Boomed the Duchess, slipping the diamond wedding ring off of her finger. “If you only want me for riches I suggest you sell this.” She flicked the ring across the table without even looking up at the count’s shocked expression.

As she stood, she adjusted her hat and sharply turned to leave. “Good day.”

“But- But Duchess, you must reconsider!” Count Lionel stood to give chase–

And that was about when the movie lost his attention. It was so dry, the script must have taken ten minutes to write! He looked at Stan; completely engrossed in the crappy movie. “So..” he cleared his throat a couple of times to get his twin’s attention. When he grumpily turned to him, he spoke. “I understand that you’re very absorbed in your movie,” muttered Ford apologetically, “but I’d like to talk about the past forty-or-so years.”

“Eh.” A hand was waved at him. “After the movie.”

He didn’t think he had a choice, so he miserably looked back at the television.

The next ten minutes were painful. But, well, it was only ten minutes and he’d certainly been tortured with worse and for longer. Four days ago. His hands subconsciously moved to rub his arms at the thought. A relieved sigh escaped him as the movie finally ended, and Stan gave him his attention.

“Good movie, right?” He nudged his shoulder. “Ah, past forty years or whatever, let’s talk.” An arm was slung over the armrest, Stan making himself comfortable.

Ford gave a muttered, lied comment about the movie being “okay” and rested his hands in his lap. “I figured I should.. Give a formal apology. For..” He subtly consulted the written topic on his palm. ‘BEING MEAN AND BAD’ was written in pink gel pen by Mabel minutes before he entered the living room. 

That did not help.

“..being a bad brother.” He’d been horrible, really, he was supposed to protect Stan as his older brother (every minute counts with twins) but instead he went and ruined his life. “I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you, or repay you for bringing me back, I–”

He was silenced by a barked laugh from Stanley. “Repay me? Jeez, you think I’m some kinda loan shark?” A snort slipped past his defenses with the laughter, not without a grumbled ‘ew’. 

Ford, of course, figured that was exactly how it was, so he slowly nodded.

“..Moses– I don’t want shit from you. You being alive’s enough for me.” His words weren’t without a glance around to ensure that there weren’t any kids around. Then he shifted to wrap an arm around Ford’s shoulders and tug him into a little side-hug. 

That was a feeling Stanford missed, so he leaned into it. He couldn’t help a mumbled protest to Stan’s acceptance, “but I ruined your life. Twice! No, three times now.” The project, the portal, and the memory erasure during Weirdmageddon. Thinking about them all in quick succession gave him a churning feeling in his stomach that he hated. 

And yet, Stan shrugged it off. “And? I ruined your life too. You ask me, I should be the one sayin’ sorry.” Oh, please. Ford almost laughed at that. Giving everything he had was enough of an apology for the rest of his twin’s life. He just hoped he could share that life with him.

“No, Stanley.. I honestly feel my life’s been improved significantly. Dipper and Mabel have been delightful, not to mention you–” Once again he was rudely interrupted, this time with a rough pat on the head.

“See what I mean? I’m glad you’re here too. That’s all I want.” His eyes flicked back to the TV as the credits for some other awful period drama came on. “Ooh, this is a good one.”

As the screen slowly stole Stan’s attention from Ford, he thought about his words. Just being there? That was all Stan wanted?

..He could do that.

[sexhaver]

At my restaurant, whichever server answered the phone for the to-go order and put it in the system gets to keep any tip from that order, regardless of whether they actually checked the customer out / hand them their food. It feels a little unfair sometimes but it also is just a random chance for free extra money. I work in a town outside of San Antonio and people here definitely consider tipping optional on to-gos. Maybe one out of four to-go orders gets a 15% tip

i would absolutely consider that unfair and stuff like this is why i default to not tipping on pickup orders. really the big hangup for me on tipping with pickup specifically is that we all know that tipping culture in the USA exists to subsidize restaurant owners paying their FOH employees subminimum wages, but there's at least the thin veneer of those tips being "earned" by good service. you know, the service you don't get with takeout, because it's going directly from the kitchen to you (unless you count boxing up the food in restaurants that make FOH do that instead of the cooks). a restaurant expecting tips on takeout orders is blatantly admitting that the tips are there so the owner can lie and make their prices seem 15% smaller than they effectively are and somehow blame the impact that has on their subminimum wage employees on the nontipping customers instead of their own pricing/salary structure.

tl;dr im not tipping the cashier or person on the phone for my pickup order for the same reason i don't tip baristas for handing me food directly from the display case or the "bartender" at a concert for opening my can of White Claw

[markthomas]

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[swissboyhisch]

The Sugar Fix

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: After opening your cafe and bar, a familiar hockey player comes in opening day. Seems like he remembers you too.

Word Count: 1942

Warnings: Alcohol

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A new shop was opening near the Prudential Centre called The Sugar Fix. They had been all over social media before they had even opened. People have been talking about it for weeks. By day it was to be a cafe bakery but at night it would transform into a hidden bar. And it was opening this weekend.

The bar theme was to change every month. With events to be held every weekend. But since it was the start of the NHL Playoffs, with the New Jersey Devils one of the top picks for the Stanley Cup, the bar had collaborated with the hockey team. The opening weekend of The Sugar Fix Bar was to be themed Devils & Demons.

But before the opening of the hidden bar, the bakery had to have a successful day. You were in the kitchen early with your best friend and a couple of the other girls you had hired. Music was playing through the store’s sound system. Some Taylor Swift this early never hurt anyone. 

“Do you want to start putting things in the display cases?” Hannah, one of your workers, suggested to you and your best friend/co-owner.

You both agree and start moving the goods to the glass cases. The four shelves in all the cases were filed with many of the cakes, cookies and pastries looking bright, colourful and inviting. From the large selection of cookies to the display of many flavours of cupcakes. Another large display case filled with cakes pre-cut ready for the coffee and cake slice special. 

You walked around the store for the tenth time. Another lap. You had to make sure everything was just how you wanted it. All the greenery in the cafe. The table decorations to the sample boxes you could buy. It needed to be perfect. 

“Everything is fine,” Your best friend reassured.

“We’ll see how it goes.”

“I can assure you we have gone over everything. This will be everything we have ever dreamed of.” They pulled you in for a hug. “Today is going to be great and tonight will be even better.”

Time ticked by and then finally the time came. 6AM. Opening time for the Sugar Fix. Since the bakery was also a cafe, they sold coffees and other drinks. Perfect for the morning on the way to work. 

You greet a couple of people waiting outside the door for you to open. “Good morning, welcome to The Sugar Fix.”

The day got busier as the sun rose in the sky. At around 9, the cafe was bustling with most of the tables full of people. A large group of men walked in. They all looked around, enjoying what they saw. All the sugary treats. One in particular you recognised, the tall brunette with an accent. Nico Hischier. 

The captain of the New Jersey Devils and you had met in the past. Back when you were both 21. He was out with his team celebrating a big win. You on the other hand were out with some friends celebrating one of the girl’s birthdays. Nico had come up to you, kinda drunk, and started to flirt with you. The night was great and you both had a good time. Maybe having a club corner makeout. Sadly you two, in the drunken haze, forgot to exchange numbers. It was a night you couldn’t forget. Well you couldn’t forget him. 

You happened to be serving customers when he and what you predicted were his teammates came up to the counter. A small smile was exchanged between you and Nico before he double checked with his friends on orders. You went through the orders, one by one. Making sure they were correct. 

“If you guys want to take a seat, I’ll bring your drinks to the table.”

After they moved away from the counter, Hannah had taken over serving customers. Allowing you to bring the soon made coffees and drinks to the hockey players. (Y/b/f/n) assisted you with the task. She didn’t know who’s order you were delivering. But when she saw who was sitting at a table, she had a Cheshire grin on her face. Aimed right at you.

“Is that–”

“Yes, and if you say anything, I’ll strangle you.”

They grins and greets the table when you arrive. “Welcome to The Sugar Fix boys.”

You placed the cups you were holding onto the table, specifically the one you remembered was Nico’s. He smiled, grabbing the cup and taking a sip. “Thank you.”

“Congratulations on the playoff spot.”

“Thank you,” Jack grins. “Congratulations on the store.”

Your best friend grinned, “Thank you, it’s a dream come true for the both of us.”

“So you two are the owners?” Nico asks.

“Yes, the creative minds behind everything.”

You both had to be pulled away to help other customers. You were too distracted by another customer that when you turned back to the table the boys were sitting at, it was empty and being wiped down by another worker. 

“Don’t worry,” A voice behind you spoke up. Your best friend sent you a smirk, “You’ll see him again.”

It came time to close the bakery after the successful day. The bakery had been busy all day, customers coming in and out of the store. A variety of comments and compliments from many customers. Now it was to clean and get the bar ready for the night. 

The Sugar Fix, a bakery cafe by day, was now becoming a bar/club. The bar staff had arrived early to make sure the bar was set and the garnishes for drinks and cocktails were prepared for the long night ahead. 

Tonight, well this month’s theme, was Devils & Demons. The room was decorated with New Jersey Devils merch and devil themed decorations. Once a month, first weekend with a new theme, prizes for the best dressed male and female would be handed out. Everyone was encouraged to dress up.

Whilst you were doing some last minute moving furniture, your phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number. 

Can I see you again? I can’t let you slip away a second time - Nico

How did he… “(Y/b/f/n)!”

“What?” They asked as she stood from behind the bar. 

You showed them the message and the biggest grin spread across their face. “He actually did it?!”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing,” They shrugged innocently. A look from you had them laughing. “I just gave him your number after he watched you walk away to help another customer.”

You didn’t bother to reply to your friend, just tried to figure out what to say. Write a message. Delete it. Reword the message. Delete it. Then finally you came up with what you wanted to send Nico. 

You have your last regular season game tonight, do you have training tomorrow?

No, why? Wanna do something tomorrow? - Nico

Well… Are you and the boys planning on celebrating making the playoffs?

Some of them mentioned going out - Nico

I can make you guys an area… Block off a couple booths

I’ll agree if you spend the evening with me in said booths - Nico

“You can do that.”

You jumped at the sudden voice in your ear. “Jesus fucking christ.”

“We open at 8, the boys won’t be here till like 10:30/11 at the earliest. You get to do the open and a couple of hours of serving.”

Tonight’s on duty manager, Tom, leant on the bar beside you guys. “You two, when the team comes in, go join them. Celebrate the successful day!”

“Yes!” Tahlia shouted from the other side of the room. “Do it. You guys have worked so hard, celebrate.”

You relented and sent another text to Nico.

Deal. But my best friend is gonna join us cause we’re gonna celebrate too

Deal - Nico

With the confirmation from Nico, your nerves increased. You had three hours until the hidden bar opened. Then another three until the boys arrive. 

“We need to get ready,” (Y/b/f/n) orders when they realise the time. 

“I did not bring date clothes,” You stress.

They roll their eyes. “I saw what you brought. It’s fitting for a club that’s having a theme night. And it’s hot as fuck.”

“I didn’t expect to have to impress a guy. Let alone him!”

The two of you went into your office at the back, behind the bar. It even had a private bathroom. You both had brought a bag full of everything you needed. Someone had turned up the music in the bar as you all started to get dressed for your shifts. Heartbeat by Childish Gambino started to play so everyone was singing along.

Within an hour of opening, the club was full of people dressed up. Music blasting and the bar was buzzing. The back corner by the bar was empty, the roped off area ready for the occupants to arrive. It made you nervous every time you looked at it. 

“It will be fine.”

It wasn’t fine. You were so nervous you had to hide in the office for a hot moment. The NHL app had informed you that the Devils had won against the Capitals. Their last regular season game. You knew you’d have a little more time since they had to do media and get ready to go out. Meaning 11 was most likely their arrival time. 

Can you text me when you’re on your way? Just so I know

As you expected, you didn’t get a reply straight away. But when you did, it was nerve racking. 

We’re on our way now - Nico

Fuck. Instead of sitting and worrying over the situation, you got a couple buckets of beers and placed them in the booths for the guys. Along with a couple of wine bottles and glasses just in case that’s what some of the partners felt like. Then you got behind the bar. Keeping busy. Keeping your mind from the cute swiss hockey player coming to see you. With it being so busy, you got swept up into serving other patrons and kinda forgot about the VIP guests. 

“Hot date, 11 o’clock.” You glance over in the direction your friend had mentioned and sure enough there was a group of players making their way through the crowd. “Go greet them!”

Nico grinned when he spotted you weaving through the crowd. God you were looking hot. He hoped that tonight would be great, fun. Especially with you. Nico wasn’t letting you slip away from him again.

“Hey, welcome to The Sugar Fix! Congrats on the win boys. I’ll show you guys to your area.”

You lead everyone through the crowd and past the bouncer you had positioned at the entrance of the roped off section. The boys immediately went for the alcohol on the tables. The partners went for the wine. 

“Thanks for this,” Nico smiled, leaning closer so you could hear him over the music. 

“Anytime,” You blush. “Did you just want one of those beers or would you prefer something else?”

You didn’t even have to move because a cosmo was thrusted in front of you. You glanced to see Tom holding it out. “Your favourite.”

The boys all cheer as you two join them at the tables. Everyone had drinks in hand, grinning and celebrating their win. Jack came up to Nico and slapped him on the shoulder. A tray of shots held out to the pair of you. Nico grabbed one and passed it to you before grabbing one for himself. 

“Cheers.”

“To the win,” you grin.

“To the date,” Nico adds. 

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