::Cook:: Felt So Happy You Could Die

[Elizabeth Marley Stonem *Awy]

Elizabeth hated work some days. Today was defiantly one of those days. Not to mention that she still had her mid term paper do next week. She just want to go back to her apartment and collapse into her couch. Watch stupid TV shows and eat food that she probably shouldn't eat. Maybe if she was lucky, Cook would have food already there and ready to eat when she got home. That would be a miracle though. This was Cook that she was talking about. Sure, she loved the big lug though. Sometimes, she couldn't remember way but everyone had their problems.

Effy sighed and ran over to one of the tables. She was explaining to the man that she was sorry about his order getting messed up and that she would make sure that he was given a discount for his table. Only fifteen more minutes before her replacement showed up and she could go home to her hell in the wall. The actual manager had shown up to check in and no one had seen him since. Effy had been running the restaurant as if she were the manager.

When her replacement showed up because she had needed to go home early, Effy explained about the manager. The other assistant manager wasn't surprised. They exchanged a few words about everything that was going on then Effy was on her way out the door and to her car. Off home to her apartment and Cook. Sleep well tonight and worry about her paper when she got up.

The fifteen minute drive home felt like it took ages. So did the trek from her car to the apartment. She quickly unlocked the door, dragged her bag in the recliner, kicked her shoes off and flopped into the couch. She just laid there and stared at the ceiling, unmoving. Cookie Monster, you home? She could have gotten up to check but she just didn't feel like getting up right then.

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TAGGED; Cookie Moster <3333333
STATUS; Complete!
WORDS; 338
MUSE; SOMEBODY I USE TO KNOW
NOTES; I love them and I'm not even sorry

[James Theodore Cook Jr. [Away]]

Cook was really glad that he got the rest of the day off from work. He really couldn't be bothered with anyone at the Lima Bean, especially because it was just filled with those snotty rich kids from Dalton. Cook really just..he couldn't stand them at all, and the fact that his boss let him go for the day? Cook really couldn't have been more happy to leave. Now all he had to do was wait for Effy to come back home.

Once getting home, Cook heads to the kitchen, turning the kettle on. He briefly considers making dinner, but realises that it would only end in disaster, with the building being burned to the ground. But it couldn't hurt to make coffee. Hearing the door opening, a slight smile comes onto his face. "Cookie Monster, you home?"

[/b][/i] Smirking, Cook looks out the kitchen door, over to Effy. "Yeah, making coffee. You want one?"[/b]

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WORDS:[/b] 155
MUSE:[/b] NONE
TAGS:[/b] EFFY! <3
NOTES:[/b] Kind of shit, but oh well[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]