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Noel Travers | Captain Hook
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The end of the night was fast approaching, and Noel had taken up post at the Finishing and Expediting station to get the final batch of orders out as quickly as they possibly could. "Three sea salt caramel cheesecakes on the fly," Noel called down to his line cooks, pausing only to hear their affirmative replies before continuing. What seemed like hours but was actually less than 20 minutes later, the last of the night's dishes were being made, but Noel was thankfully no longer needed for the remaining work. Walking towards his office, Noel unbuttoned his black chef's coat and hung it on the peg beside the door. Just as he was about to walk into his office to finish up business for the night, a familiar voice sounded from the front of the hours.
"I didn't jip you on anything, Fang. You just ate a piece and claimed I did so you could get more," Noel responded, smirking as he walked towards where his friend just entered the kitchen. He and Fang had been friends for a while, and usually hung out together. Fang was an amazing martial arts instructor, and had definitely taught Noel a few things. But on top of that, he was a just an all-around nice guy. Poor kid had no game with women though. Noel's sous chef popped a singular container of beer-battered fish and truffle herb chips up onto the counter, which Noel slipped into a paper bag with two sides of house-made dill ranch. He passed the bag over to Fang just as Smeeth began putting containers up onto the counter.
"Well, I'm just about done here. Smeeth and the team are going to close up for the night, so I'm free as well," Noel answered, packing the containers of food into a larger paper bag with Blue's logo on the outside. He grabbed his green jacket from the peg next to his chef's coat and slipped it on over his white v-neck t-shirt. With a grin, Noel turned back to Fang, an idea coming to him that Fang would probably turn down. But hey, it might be fun. "I was planning on taking some food up to the Silver Arrow and hanging out for a bit, maybe get a few drinks. And maybe even wingman for you. What do you say?"
"I didn't jip you on anything, Fang. You just ate a piece and claimed I did so you could get more," Noel responded, smirking as he walked towards where his friend just entered the kitchen. He and Fang had been friends for a while, and usually hung out together. Fang was an amazing martial arts instructor, and had definitely taught Noel a few things. But on top of that, he was a just an all-around nice guy. Poor kid had no game with women though. Noel's sous chef popped a singular container of beer-battered fish and truffle herb chips up onto the counter, which Noel slipped into a paper bag with two sides of house-made dill ranch. He passed the bag over to Fang just as Smeeth began putting containers up onto the counter.
"Well, I'm just about done here. Smeeth and the team are going to close up for the night, so I'm free as well," Noel answered, packing the containers of food into a larger paper bag with Blue's logo on the outside. He grabbed his green jacket from the peg next to his chef's coat and slipped it on over his white v-neck t-shirt. With a grin, Noel turned back to Fang, an idea coming to him that Fang would probably turn down. But hey, it might be fun. "I was planning on taking some food up to the Silver Arrow and hanging out for a bit, maybe get a few drinks. And maybe even wingman for you. What do you say?"
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