Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Wed., 2/27

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George Michael was sick with a cold. It's why he didn't work yesterday mostly because his mun is a dumbass and forgot to post and stayed in bed all day.

Today he shuffled into work and parked his rear behind the counter. His nose was terribly red and his eyes were puffy. Maybe he was just suffering allergies of some sort. Who knew. But he would be damned if he was going to eat any peanuts today. You know, just in case.

NOW HIRING!
GREAT BENEFITS!

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George Michael

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Woe, he's here.

Re: George Michael

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"Hello," he said, his cheerfulness somewhat unnerving as his smile was closer to manic. "You're hiring, yes?"

Job = Money
Money = building
Building = plays.

Re: George Michael

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George Michael looked up from where his head was bent over three peanuts. "Uh. Hi. Uh, yes, yes I am. I'm Mr. Manager, George Michael Bluth."

Re: George Michael

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"Very good. Are you hiring right now?"

As he didn't see any kind of application for him to fill out.

Re: George Michael

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Uh, yes. Now." Well. This was great. Coming into work suffering only to find out someone wanted to work for him. Couldn't go wrong there. He reached below the counter and ripped off an application form from the pad. "Here you go. You can bring this back your first day. What is your name and what day would you like to work? Friday is taken and we are closed on Sundays."

Re: George Michael

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"What day do I want to attend the fiery pit?" he murmured under his breath, entirely to himself.

"How about Thursday," and he drew the word out. "Does Thursday sound good to you?"

It had the virtue of being after Wednesday. Which, and don't quote him on this, he was pretty sure was today.

Re: George Michael

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Was he... mumbling? George Michael blinked.

Was something wrong here? Okay, maybe not. Uncle Buster liked to draw out words. Certain words. Maybe this guy was the same way.

"Thursday's work great. Uh, every other week I would like you to wear the banana suit." He gestured behind him to the costume hanging up on a peg. "Just remember to Lysol it before and after. I, uh, still haven't gotten your name?"

Re: George Michael

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He leaned over curiously to look past George Michael at the costume on the peg. He grinned, a manic little grin, and leaned back.

"Sure," he said. Sounding like he'd just been asked to give up a kidney but hey, what was he doing with it anyway? "Sure, I'll make sure to Lysol it. Right."

He pointed down to the paper.

"And bring this tomorrow, right?"

Re: George Michael

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"Right. Tomorrow." He chuckled nervously. "Uh, your name?"

Re: George Michael

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"Geoffrey Tennant," he said, as if George Michael hadn't asked him three times already. Or was it two? He couldn't remember.

He picked up his duffel bag again.

"Wages are..."

He was looking for a when as opposed to a what and looked at George Michael expectantly.

Re: George Michael

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"Nice to meet you Mr. Tennant," he said, although for some reason, he just wasn't getting a good vibe here. Call him crazy.

"Wages are handwavey amount and you can pick up your check every handwavily done Monday."

Re: George Michael

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The 'crazy' was, generally speaking, Geoffrey's job. Or at least his vocation. His job was directing plays. Which was actually closer to a career. And you could sort of call that a 'calling'.

Where were we?

"Great," he said with another of those smiles. The ones that were meant to reassure but really sort of had nothing in them that would. "Start tomorrow, right?"

Re: George Michael

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

Oh dear.

"Tomorrow. Thursday. Great. Be careful of Eddie."

Re: George Michael

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Quirk.

"Eddie?"

Re: George Michael

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

"The seagull. He's chasing Edwina right now but he's... fierce."

Re: George Michael

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

"The... seagull."

He nodded, his eyes even then searching for the beast.

"Right."

Grin.

"Well, I'm sure I'll be just fine. I have extensive experience in waterfowl."

...throttling one swan doesn't count. No matter what he thinks. Er.

Re: George Michael

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"Good. Perfect. Your bananas are free. I mean, you know, the ones you eat. Not too many. Wouldn't want you sick. Just, uh, one a day." George Michael should have told Sky that. But making up rules as you went along sort of worked out okay too.

Re: George Michael

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"Right."

He'd probably live on bananas for a few days. Until he thought he could waste money on food.

"So."

His eyes went to the town at large.

"I'm gonna go now. Say--"

He looked around.

"Bar? Which direction?"

Re: George Michael

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"Thataway," he pointed off in the direction of Caritas. That's the only bar George Michael's been too.

He made a mental note to check in on this new employee come tomorrow.

Re: George Michael

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"Right."

At which point, a little like a scarecrow attempting to jaunt, he started walking with his duffel bag towards the bar.

Re: George Michael

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael watched him too. He was a little concerned.

Enjoy your banana

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

It's okay, George Michael could make these in his sleep. You'll get a tasty one, despite his feeling ill.

He's using plenty of hand sanitizer too.

OOC

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I'm lame.