eye of the tiger - [misha]

[calysta]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1] Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm Won't you quit your crying? I can't sleep One minute I'm a little sweetheart every place that she had ever worked had a different vibe to it. there were places that were more relaxed. there were places where the chefs were running in a million different circles. hell, she had gone from working as a line cook to being a gourmet chef. and when she had decided to move to be close to her brother she had been a bit picky about choosing where it was that she wanted to work. she'd gone to school for the career after all, she loved it, everything that came with cooking a meal all the way down to the art that was putting it on the plate. it was something that she loved, something that she didn't ever want to stop doing. if there was one thing that she was something that she was damn near obsessive about, though, it was that the people she worked with gave as much of a damn about making a meal as she did. it was usually the thing that caused her to leave a job. she had spent thousands of dollars learning how to cook, and make things just right. spent hours upon hours on perfecting her technique and pushing herself to the point of being all kinds of stressed just to make sure that she had done something right. she was a perfectionist, at least when it came to her work, and if she didn't have people around her who gave as much of a damn as she did, it never was a pretty scene. now this wasn't specifically the case of what was happening at her current job. they had a pretty good team there, chefs who really did give a damn about the food that they were making. and it wasn't so much a matter of that the people, or well, person she was working with wasn't a good cook. nor was it that he didn't care, it was more simply that his style was different than her own. he did things differently than she did, not wrong, just differently, and she wasn't sure if that was what it was about him that grated on her nerves or if it was that he was just as stubborn as she was. they'd started butting heads the first day that she had come into work and hadn't stopped doing so since. calysta had a feeling that they weren't going to stop, and yet, they kept putting them on the same shifts. maybe her boss just hated her. it was one of those days where it was busy almost all day long. there was no time for the chefs to catch their breath or even get the dishes caught up. all there was was running around like a chicken with your head cut off, and the worst part was, was that she was meant to be working alongside misha the entire part of the dinner rush. this was not going to be a good day and after several hours she was just about ready to take his head off. dark eyes turned to look over at him with a bit of a glare. "misha, where the hell is the rest of the garnish? did we really run out again?" she hissed over at him eyes moving from him to the plate that wouldn't be complete without that stupid piece of parsley. fucking parsley. And next minute you are an absolute creep tags: smokey/misha word count: 563 lyrics: obsessions by marina and the diamonds this template was made by madcap @ caution.

[misha]

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and now that i'm stronger i've figured out

how this world turns cold and breaks through my soul and i know, i'll find deep inside me i can be the one. i will never let you fall i'll stand up with you forever i'll be there for you through it all even if saving you sends me to heaven. --------------------------------------------------------

life. not something that one would want to worry too much about, except for the fact, misha always worried about life. life was too short and valuable to waste. just look his brother, dimitri, wasted life so far because he won't get back out there and actually fulfill the rest of his life with happiness. but being the big, loveable, somewhat caring brother that misha was, he let his brother move in with him. which was two years ago, and he still lives with him, sadly. what's sad is dimitri isn't that once open, manly bubbly self he use to be. he's turned into a grump, and there are only a few people who can actually stand him being this way and get around it. misha is one of them, the others well, there are no others besides family.

there's no much misha could really do for him at this point besides actually do his job, being a chef. not the glamorous job out there, but it was something. he didn't put a whole lot of effort in working on some days even though he had a talent for cooking and creating so much food. there just those kind of days when someone doesn't feel like doing a whole lot, and that day was today. misha, basically one of the head chefs at the restaurant he works, took it fairly easy. making sure everyone was doing their job, making plates look clean when the food was placed on them. all that fun stuff, except for the one person who pushed his buttons. maybe pushed wasn't the right word, jabbed his buttons, no, maybe stabbed his buttons to death.

now with it being the dinner rush, misha was not making any effort to put effort in making dishes. it was busy, everyone was walking in and out, going back and forth. and the one person who he disliked the most within the kitchen was calysta. always trying to be the one to make things more prettier than anything. he watched her as he took a sip of whiskey he had in his hand. he looked back at her with a blank, emotionless stare as she glared at him wondering where the garnish was. parsley. really. if it wasn't one thing it was another. misha was a master chef and a master finder at finding the things one needs most when someone else can't find it. probably one of the reasons why he loves hunting so much because he actually find the buck or elk that he's hunting for. "the garnish? it's above your head in the the silver tin." he wasn't amused. then again who the fuck is during the dinner rush anyways?

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[calysta]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1] Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm Won't you quit your crying? I can't sleep One minute I'm a little sweetheart calysta was in so many ways a workaholic. that was all that there was to it. she could easily work herself to the bone and then walk away just as happy as a peach because she would then know that she had done the best job that she possibly could and she wouldn't have to worry about it being wrong. she was also a control freak, the sort of woman that had to have anything and everything just right. and if that was a problem, then so be it. she didn't give much of a damn. she knew that she was good at what she did, and she worked her ass off to be good at what she did. and there were some days where she just didn't want to, she knew all people had those days, but she had a job to do and she was doing it. even if misha didn't seem to give much of a fuck right then and there. out of the corner of her eye she noticed him taking a drink off of the bottle and she really couldn't believe him. drinking, while on the job. how did he still even have a job? she had no idea. if she were the manager she would've fired him by now. it wasn't just that he was drinking, it was the way that he walked around the place like he owned it. it was the way that he seemed to think he was so damn good at everything that he did. pompous ass hole, that's what he was. if she weren't sure that she couldn't get away with it in the restaurant she probably would've killed him by now, not that she hadn't considered it before. eyes moved from his face to the silver tin above her head and she let out an irritated sigh. "thanks," she muttered before pulling it down and then adding it to the plate then setting them on the counter for the waitress to pick up. with another order coming her way she got to making it taking a knife and cutting things up quickly. "so, are you actually going to work today, or do you think that those green eyes, boy freckles, and nice ass are all that you're going to contribute right now? if that's so, sorry sugarcube, but you might as well go home and get the hell out of my way." because when she was here, she was in charge. when she was in this kitchen. no one else mattered but making sure that the orders were done right. and really, he was too big (although pretty) of a man to just be standing around doing a whole shit load of nothing. she looked at him waiting for an answer as her hands quickly cut up the carrot none too gently. And next minute you are an absolute creep tags: smokey/misha word count: 474 lyrics: obsessions by marina and the diamonds this template was made by madcap @ caution.