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Post by david william harrison on Apr 22, 2012 12:39:10 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
it seemed like no matter where david went he met people, or he knew someone. truth of the matter was that he did a lot of traveling for his gallery. meeting artists in their home towns, things of that sort. and sometimes just for the pleasure of it. it wasn't so strange for him to run into people that he knew. other art dealers, people he just met along the way, things of the like. and when david made a friend out of someone he tended to keep in contact with them. that was just the sort of man that he was. he held a lot of value in those that he called friends, they had, after all, become a friend of his for a reason.
as was the case with misha pajari. he hadn't really expected to run into the man, and it wasn't that they had lost touch or anything like that, it was just simply that it had escaped his mind that he lived in new haven. that little tid bit of information was brought back to light though when he read a review about one of the restaurants there and the chef's name was mentioned in the article for his skill and preparation of food. a wide grin took over the man's lips at this realization. there really wasn't anything like running into an old friend. or well, more accurately, seeking out an old friend and having it in his mind that he was going to pester the poor bastard. for as much as david was a full grown man, he was still very much a child at heart. a man that liked to play little jokes on those that he called his friends. which was exactly what he had planned to do to misha. because, well, why not?
dressed to the nine's he walked into the restaurant and ordered quite possibly the most tedious of meals, making sure to tweak it more than severely before sending the order back to the kitchen. a light smirk sat on his lips as he waited for his meal, eyes scanning over the pages of his book. once it arrived, though, that was when he little game really was to start. he took a few bites before his face twisted into a dissatisfied expression and he waved a waiter down. "this is simply not right," he stated in displeased tones before pushing it away from him. "please have your cook remake it, and do it right this time," he spoke his tone stern and the look on his face painting nothing but irritation.
when the second go around of the meal -which he had changed yet again before having it remade- came to his table he took two bites before giving the waiter a stern glare. now, in all truth of the matter, the food was delicious, but that was beside the point. he was being a pest, and blatantly so. crossing his arms over the wide expanse of his chest he leaned back in his seat. "i demand to meet with the chef who is preparing this meal." the waiter nodded and apologized again before heading back to the kitchen.
"misha, the ass hole at table twenty-six has demanded to meet with you, go see if you get pull that stick out of his ass," the boy said. as for david, he sat there with that faux annoyed look on his features. his blues scanned around for that familiar face, lips ready to break into a wide smile the moment that he saw him.
5 9 6 WORDS , smokey/misha , david you troll |
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Post by misha on Apr 23, 2012 0:13:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://shizoo-design.de/stuff/materials/182.jpg); width:400px;] and if i fall and crash and burn at least we both know that i tried all these nights are catching up to me i just can't put insomnia to sleep i close my eyes but all that i can see is someone who i'm never gonna be i hope that you can bring me back i gotta make it right and if i fall and crash and burn at least we both know that i tried and as i crawl there's lessons learned yeah, they remind me i survived silence just keeps screaming back at me the ones i love are lost in memories and I wish that i could take back what was done you can only change the person you become i have to try and find a way to leave it all behind ------ sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper was probably the one and only time he truly wasn't paying much attention to what was going on in the kitchen. now mind you, he could easily keep the kitchen running even if he wasn't actually fully working and doing his job full time. that's also probably one of the reasons why calysta hated him so much. because he 'pretended' like he was working and when in reality he truly was. and today well it's was very peaceful. his kitchen was all to himself and the other sous chefs that were there. no calysta what's so ever. things went more easier without her on his ass about how he wasn't doing something right, and her way too. he was top chef, or at least was one of the top chefs in the kitchen to begin with.
he knew italian cuisine so well. out of college he explored europe after seeing family back in russia. he spent a lot of time in italy and exploring that different foods that the italians had to offer, so it was well interesting and fulfilling. so once misha was actually finished with reading that newspaper he eventually got to work. to create a custom designed, complex meal ever. one of his own creations was butchered to death, it was so out of whack that he was truly in shocked to see if this guest would actually enjoy it. because if they did, well ah be damn, a butchered recipe actually turned out okay.
too bad that's wasn't the case. the server came in with the hardly touched plate. "what's wrong with the meal?" he responded with his russian accent present. the server shrugged his shoulders as he gave the plate back to him. "the customer said to remake it and make it right this time. the guy is probably a push over or something." the server said before exiting the kitchen with another meal. "yeah or something," he muttered underneath his breathe before recreating the custom butchered meal.
he sent out the new plate of food once more. he stood against the counters as he waited to see if the customer liked it this time. he swished some whiskey down from his own personal bottle he kept in the kitchen before the same server came back in with the new plate of food. "misha, the asshole at table twenty-six has demanded to meet with you, go see if you can pull that stick out of his ass," the server said before setting the plate in the sick. what wasted food. misha was a bit annoyed. the customer wanted the food custom ordered and he still didn't like it, well that's offending. especially since the custom order basically butchered the recipe to begin with.
misha set down his bottle of whiskey and the towel he was holding and headed out of the kitchen. he didn't look dorky like all the other chef tended to look, he had black chef pants and a black top, so basically he was wearing all black. his preference of color for clothing. with misha being russian, well that also set off the mood for the day, he was awfully mad, or at least very annoyed for the fact the customer didn't like the food ordered. walking to table twenty-six, misha had a stern annoyed look on his face, and then when he came to see who was at the table, well his face slowly lighten up. his face was no longer tensed and well he couldn't it believe it that it was david who was causing him trouble. "so you butchered the food item to see him, very clever. if you were anyone else, i would be throwing a very angry heated argument," he smiled as he placed his hands in the apron's front pockets as it was wrapped around his waist.
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Post by david william harrison on Apr 23, 2012 1:54:50 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
if david were to be perfectly honest it was almost hard to keep up with the act. he really wasn't an ass hole, especially not when it came to eating establishments. he always left a big tip, and he was always that customer that didn't bitch about things. that was just how he was. but there was a purpose to all of this, a purpose to being an intentional ass, and that was simply to get misha's feathers all ruffled. because, it was funny, and david got enjoyment out of little things like trolling his friends. and misha most certainly was a friend of his. one that he hadn't seen for a while. and he had missed being able to plan an april fool's woke on him, which only meant one thing, he needed to get him. even if it was something as simple as dragging him out of the kitchen.
and his blues watched with almost a boyish gleam to them for that all too familiar form to come to the table, and trying to keep a smile from forming on his lips was almost too difficult. then his friend did appear, and he looked none too pleased with what was happening. and there was not a damn thing that david could do but let out a loud laugh as soon as that look of realization took over the features of the russian man that he knew too well. that smile that finally had it's chance to take over his full lips took full advantage of the face pulling the corners of his lips into a toothy grin. because, really, the shit was funny.
david moved his pointer finger so that it was directed in misha's direction and he waved it in a circle before letting his laughter calm. "i sooooooo got you. you were ready to kick my ass," he spoke in a tone that was better suited for a teenage boy than it was a man who was nearing his mid-thirties. but david had always been just an overgrown kid when it well and came down to it. another easy chuckle rattled his chest as he stood to his feet closing the gap between the two of them and wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace for a short moment. he pulled away letting his hands stay on his shoulders.
"you look damn good misha. been taking care of yourself?" he questioned before patting him on the shoulder and then taking a seat back in his chair. "gotta say, when i read your name in the paper, i knew that i just had to come and give you shit. what kind of friend would i be if i hadn't? i mean, i've moved to hartford, and if i didn't come to see you, i would be one royal ass hole now wouldn't i?" he questioned before looking around then pursing his lips and bringing his brows back together. "anyway you can bring my plate of food back? it was actually damn good. and i'm starving," he spoke before looking up at misha and locking his intense blues on the other man's greens. "oh, and also, miss me?" he damn near purred with a cheeky grin.
5 4 0 WORDS , smokey/misha , david you troll |
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Post by misha on May 4, 2012 15:32:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://shizoo-design.de/stuff/materials/182.jpg); width:400px;] and if i fall and crash and burn at least we both know that i tried all these nights are catching up to me i just can't put insomnia to sleep i close my eyes but all that i can see is someone who i'm never gonna be i hope that you can bring me back i gotta make it right and if i fall and crash and burn at least we both know that i tried and as i crawl there's lessons learned yeah, they remind me i survived silence just keeps screaming back at me the ones i love are lost in memories and I wish that i could take back what was done you can only change the person you become i have to try and find a way to leave it all behind ------ misha was a person of many things, but joking around and goofing off really wasn't one of them. especially not at work, he was more serious and focused and didn't want to show his co-workers that he could be more relaxed and at ease. if that was the case that happened in the kitchen then most things would never get done without him being the hard ass that he was. he more relaxed at home where he could try and reason with dimitri, but at work it was a whole different story. so with david showing up at his place of work, well that changed everything. he couldn't keep his hard ass self present, he had to relax and show his calm, nature of being with a friend, a friend he hasn't really seen for a while due to the fact they live in different cities and he rarely had any time to travel outside his own.
"of course i look damn good! i have a bunch of hooligans to take care of in the kitchen. one always has to stay fit." misha said with a wide ass grin on his face as he patted his stomach. he pulled the chair out across from david's and sat down. he sat there listening to him as he spoke, misha waved down one of the waiters and told him to go get two plates of the meal that david had butchered. "only you would have the guts to butcher the prize winning meal for getting this establishment into the paper. and the waiter sort of threw the food away, so they are making fresh ones." he said with a grin. to be honest, misha would never have acted this way if anyone else that was important in the kitchen was here today, it would show the other side of him that he usually didn't show at work. it was just too weird for him to do that. his brother knew how he was like at home and how he was at work because on most days he had to pull his head out of his ass and tell dimitri to do something instead of just mope around and be miserable. it was getting worse day by day, but he couldn't do much beside push his brother along and get him back into the game.
"of course i missed you, sonaofbitch. i'd be going nuts here and at home if he didn't happen to show your face. people don't do a damn thing without that little push to ease them on." the waiter came out with two plates of food, with the steam clearly visible as they were hot and fresh from being cooked only minutes before. he grabbed his plate and started to dig in. in between bites he started to talke with his mouth full. "so how have you been?" he asked as he swallowed.
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Post by david william harrison on May 6, 2012 18:46:56 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
it was easy for david to be laid back with his friends. not that he was really a high strung person as it were. more of the sort of man that was laid back and liked to laugh and joke than the sort of man that would toss a fit over things. or keep a stern face on. of course david knew that there were times to be serious, but fuck if he thought that this was one of them. because he was around one of his friends. one of his friends that he knew put on a show of being a hard ass with the people that he worked with. it was only in david's nature to mess with that, though, because really. what were friends for and all of that jazz? certainly not to sit there and let someone that he knew was a funny sort of guy act like a sourpuss. david knew and respected that people needed to be more serious at work, but right then, he could care less. it'd been too long since he'd seen misha.
a warm chuckle left the man as he sat back in his chair a bit more. "oh yes. of course. gotta keep all your bitches in line and all of that," he said and let out another chuckle. "you have to give any of them the beat down yet? do they shake in their boots when you enter the room?" he asked with a smirk painting his lips. it was odd for david to think of misha as that sort of person. he knew him to be such a caring man. the sort of man who was trying everything he could to get his brother to stop being a debbie downer. he knew more than any that there were different sides to every person that you passed on the street and misha was no different. "what can i say? i like to live on the edge. i'm glad that it made the paper, though. or else i don't think hunting you down would've been as easy. and thank god your name isn't all that common either. i saw the article, and i was just like, i better go see that son of a bitch," he explained with a simple shrug of his shoulders and another wide smile settling on his lips.
"good to know that i'm missed, man. it's been far too long," he expressed simply. his stomach growled right as the food was set before him and his grin widened. "i will say though," he started before taking abite of food. "that denying the food twice when you haven't eaten all day was a lot harder than you would think. i'm starving," he finished swallowing then taking another bite or two before he even started to answer the question. "great actually. life couldn't be better. decided to move to hartford to be closer to my girlfriend. business is doing great. i don't think that i've had a better time in my life." he took another bite and then wiggled his eyebrows at misha. "then having you back in my life baby just makes everything better," he let out in teasing tones with a wink that was far too cheesy to be any kind of serious. of course, he'd always teased misha in this kind of fashion, from the moment that they had met.
5 6 6 WORDS , smokey/misha , david you troll |
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