The Overcooked Cook
"Listen you shitty old geezer! I'm not going to take being thrown out of the damn Lolita! Hey! Get back here old man!" Loki's words fell on deaf ears as the other workers of the Lolita just shook their heads and offered meaningless words of condolence. Once Zeff decided on something it happened. Vexed beyond belief the irritated man was left with nothing more than a half pack of cigarettes, a lighter and 50 dollars in his pocket. "Shit" Was the only word to describe his situation.
Shouts of culinary commands drifted out into the tiny alleyways behind the Lolita as Loki made his way back into the crowded streets of midday. Embrose was a big city by his standards, it'd be more than easy enough to find a cheap place to sleep tonight as Zeff cooled down. That seemed to be the only downside to his life. When the craggy cook was in a bitter mood Loki was kicked out of not just the Lolita but his loft above the restaurant too. "Fifth time this month... What a bother..."
Pulling out a cigarette he chewed the end lightly before lighting up and letting the crowd pull him in every which direction. The crowd never seemed to thin out but the type of people he began to pass did, in very drastic ways. There were a lot less women around was the first thing he noticed, there were only ape like figures that seemed to represent women in some foreign comical way. Secondly there were many filth-ridden men about, men with tattoos and many more with missing teeth. And lastly the shops lining the sides of the street were peddled by shady folk dressed in dark colors with hidden faces.
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