Trifecta: Kenneth's Birthday, part one
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frogs_of_warI've been sending texts to my sister like I normally do and yesterday she replied. So any distress I might have caused her is being ignored.
I came across two different management styles in the last week. Both were about dress code violations. Both were overheard. The first was the front end manager (head checker) to day stock (the person who stocks end cap {the end of aisles} and some shelves). She said that his violation had been used as an excuse by others not to tuck in their own shirts and she gave him ways to solve it (buy longer shirts or cover it up with a coat or vest). He put on his coat. That was it.
Other people at the break room table gave her trouble for calling him a role model, but she used someone else as an example of how other young people don't realize they are noticed and sometimes all you need to do is point it out. You could tell she does this all the time.
The other was an older employee upset at a young checker's flagrantly showing off her tattoos (against the dress code). He complained to the assistant store manager in the manager's office (which is inside our break room now) with the door open. A few minutes later the checker came in upset that a customer had complained about her tattoos. She was worried that she hasn't been friendly enough, which must have been the real reason for the complaint. She tries to be extra nice to make up for her (happy) body art and she's a very nice and happy person anyway. She's a Sunday school teacher. I didn't tell her that the real complainer was a fellow employee because what would she do with that? But if the assistant manager comes up to me with a customer complaint, I'll know which group of people the complaint probably came from.
I had the day off and I'm resting my brain from work and my upcoming deadline (I'll edit it during lunches and breaks and fix the .doc on my next day off: Monday? Tuesday?), so you get a (very short) Trifecta chapter.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Kenneth's Birthday, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: .5k
Summary: Ty has plans and gets distracted
Masterlist
Ty tucked the first part of Kenneth’s birthday present into his vest pocket and poked his head into the bathroom. “Ready?”
Damien tugged at his bow tie. “I’m sure I haven’t got this right. Maybe I should have worn a dress.”
Ty stepped behind Damien and felt the knot of his tie. “It looks right and feels right, but if you’d like me to retie it…”
Aunt Millie had insisted Ty wear a bow tie to church every Sunday and she believed in the real thing, not ones with clips in the back.
“Please, would you?” Damien was so cute.
Ty unknotted him and fixed him up right. He kissed Damien’s neck. “You look good enough to eat.”
Damien grinned. “I thought you were saving your appetite.”
Ty was. Kenneth’s birthday demanded a fancy restaurant, linen napkins, and reservations. This was a chance to show Damien the finer things in life at one of those places so fancy they didn’t have menus. Everyone was served the meal planned for the day.
Ty ran his hands down Damien’s sides. Delicious. “Not even time for appetizers.”
Damien turned his cheek. Ty kissed him. He should have taken advantage of their mutual day off to have a taste, but frolicking without Kenneth on Kenneth’s birthday hadn’t seemed fair. “I will have to hold out until we get home.”
Damien turned in his arms. “I will try to be patient.”
Ty lifted Damien onto the edge of the counter and kissed his thoroughly. Ty had a need, an itch, and Damien was always willing.
Damien molded against him. Every second with Damien against him made Ty's intention to wait for Kenneth less likely. But with Damien in his arms, Ty was king of the world and as king he would grant Kenneth’s unasked for boon of waiting for him.
Ty pulled back slowly with lots of kisses. He had thoroughly mussed Damien up. He ran his fingers through Damien’s hair. “How long will you need to straighten up?”
Damien’s eyes widened and he jumped down and spun around. Then he relaxed. “Good thing I’m not in drag.”
Ty agreed. He still wasn’t totally comfortable making out with someone who looked like a girl, even if that someone was sweet Damien.
His parents' words still haunted him.
Damien combed his hair back into spikes and adjusted his clothes. The blue silk shirt and navy brushed cotton trousers slid quickly into place. “I thought I’d be a whole lot worse.”
“Want me to live up to your expectations?”
Damien laughed. “How much time do we have?”
Ty checked his watch. “None.”
Damien pouted. “Too bad.”
If Damien gave Ty any more looks like that, they’d never make it out of the house.
Ty took Damien’s hands and kissed him. Ty couldn’t do a lot of mussing up with his hands occupied. He stepped back and let go of one hand. “Outward and onward.”
“Together.” Damien grinned.
“Together.”
I came across two different management styles in the last week. Both were about dress code violations. Both were overheard. The first was the front end manager (head checker) to day stock (the person who stocks end cap {the end of aisles} and some shelves). She said that his violation had been used as an excuse by others not to tuck in their own shirts and she gave him ways to solve it (buy longer shirts or cover it up with a coat or vest). He put on his coat. That was it.
Other people at the break room table gave her trouble for calling him a role model, but she used someone else as an example of how other young people don't realize they are noticed and sometimes all you need to do is point it out. You could tell she does this all the time.
The other was an older employee upset at a young checker's flagrantly showing off her tattoos (against the dress code). He complained to the assistant store manager in the manager's office (which is inside our break room now) with the door open. A few minutes later the checker came in upset that a customer had complained about her tattoos. She was worried that she hasn't been friendly enough, which must have been the real reason for the complaint. She tries to be extra nice to make up for her (happy) body art and she's a very nice and happy person anyway. She's a Sunday school teacher. I didn't tell her that the real complainer was a fellow employee because what would she do with that? But if the assistant manager comes up to me with a customer complaint, I'll know which group of people the complaint probably came from.
I had the day off and I'm resting my brain from work and my upcoming deadline (I'll edit it during lunches and breaks and fix the .doc on my next day off: Monday? Tuesday?), so you get a (very short) Trifecta chapter.
Title: Trifecta
Chapter: Kenneth's Birthday, part one
Status: WIP
Genre: Romance, Triple Slash, businessmen, jobs, friends, working
Length: .5k
Summary: Ty has plans and gets distracted
Masterlist
Ty tucked the first part of Kenneth’s birthday present into his vest pocket and poked his head into the bathroom. “Ready?”
Damien tugged at his bow tie. “I’m sure I haven’t got this right. Maybe I should have worn a dress.”
Ty stepped behind Damien and felt the knot of his tie. “It looks right and feels right, but if you’d like me to retie it…”
Aunt Millie had insisted Ty wear a bow tie to church every Sunday and she believed in the real thing, not ones with clips in the back.
“Please, would you?” Damien was so cute.
Ty unknotted him and fixed him up right. He kissed Damien’s neck. “You look good enough to eat.”
Damien grinned. “I thought you were saving your appetite.”
Ty was. Kenneth’s birthday demanded a fancy restaurant, linen napkins, and reservations. This was a chance to show Damien the finer things in life at one of those places so fancy they didn’t have menus. Everyone was served the meal planned for the day.
Ty ran his hands down Damien’s sides. Delicious. “Not even time for appetizers.”
Damien turned his cheek. Ty kissed him. He should have taken advantage of their mutual day off to have a taste, but frolicking without Kenneth on Kenneth’s birthday hadn’t seemed fair. “I will have to hold out until we get home.”
Damien turned in his arms. “I will try to be patient.”
Ty lifted Damien onto the edge of the counter and kissed his thoroughly. Ty had a need, an itch, and Damien was always willing.
Damien molded against him. Every second with Damien against him made Ty's intention to wait for Kenneth less likely. But with Damien in his arms, Ty was king of the world and as king he would grant Kenneth’s unasked for boon of waiting for him.
Ty pulled back slowly with lots of kisses. He had thoroughly mussed Damien up. He ran his fingers through Damien’s hair. “How long will you need to straighten up?”
Damien’s eyes widened and he jumped down and spun around. Then he relaxed. “Good thing I’m not in drag.”
Ty agreed. He still wasn’t totally comfortable making out with someone who looked like a girl, even if that someone was sweet Damien.
His parents' words still haunted him.
Damien combed his hair back into spikes and adjusted his clothes. The blue silk shirt and navy brushed cotton trousers slid quickly into place. “I thought I’d be a whole lot worse.”
“Want me to live up to your expectations?”
Damien laughed. “How much time do we have?”
Ty checked his watch. “None.”
Damien pouted. “Too bad.”
If Damien gave Ty any more looks like that, they’d never make it out of the house.
Ty took Damien’s hands and kissed him. Ty couldn’t do a lot of mussing up with his hands occupied. He stepped back and let go of one hand. “Outward and onward.”
“Together.” Damien grinned.
“Together.”
