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Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in crownplazaic,
@ 2021-07-07 21:51:00

Entry tags:

!log/thread, foggy nelson, richie tozier

Who: Richie and Foggy
What: Dick Jokes
Where: The Kitchen
When: 7/7
Status: On-going
Warnings: probably cussies.

Richie was a stand-up comedian and as such, he’d gotten pretty used to being on the road. Being on the road meant that you basically had no set schedule, everything depended on where he was going and when the planes were flying and all that. Hotel living was no new or novel thing for Richie -- and he had to admit that despite the ghosts, there were a few things that he liked about the Crown Plaza more than most hotels.

The arcade was of those things. Followed by the skating rink and a kitchen that was open 24/7.

Having no set schedule was something that followed Richie around, and along with his attention deficit, he sometimes just sort of forgot to eat until his stomach felt a little bit like it was eating him.

Nevermind the fact that it was either really late or really early. It was never a bad time for hot pockets or ...whatever Richie could scavenge without doing much work. He paused though, in the doorway, a little surprised anyone else was up so late.

Then again, no one was ever really alone in this hotel. “Don’t mind me,” he announced, headed toward the fridge.

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senorfoggy
2021-07-08 08:22 pm UTC (link)

Foggy liked to keep himself busy regardless of where he was, which wasn't easy in a place like the Hotel. As a lawyer, it was something that just happened for the most part, between researching cases and basic trial preparation. Finding things to do in the Hotel was an exercise in patience for Foggy -- oftentimes he would attempt to stave off boredom and being alone with his thoughts by coming up with tasks like organizing the kitchen.

There was always something to do in the kitchen. Between cooking, cleaning, and even making the occasional sausage.

Despite knowing quite a few people in the Hotel and being a friendly sort, Foggy disliked inconveniencing others, so tried to keep his menial tasks to times when they might not get in too many peoples' way.

Whistling softly while he gathered the supplies he'd need for sausage making, Foggy had found quite a bit of meat in the fridge that seemed perfect. He wasn't worried about using it since the Hotel restocked everything to the point where it was impossible for them to run out from what he'd seen.

Glancing over his shoulder, Foggy gave a slight wave before getting out the meat grinder. "You're fine, I've got everything I need for now," he responded with a smile.

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trashmouthloser
2021-07-09 11:37 pm UTC (link)

"Bit late for even a midnight feast," Richie pointed out, making not attempt to hide that he was being nosy as he wandered by Foggy -- who he'd seen around but did not know formerly. There as a lot of that in this hotel, which Richie thought was kind of weird for how few of them there technically were.

Should he start doing mixers? That was actually something to think on.

He opened up the fridge only to stare in it sort of blankly, trying to decide. Maybe Eddie would like something also? "What are you making?" He asked, over his shoulder, because inspiration always came from odd places, right?

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senorfoggy
2021-07-10 04:34 pm UTC (link)

"Then I guess it's good I'm not working on a midnight feast," Foggy answered, used to people sharing their thoughts freely like Richie -- growing up in Hell's Kitchen taught a person that nobody has true privacy. The speaker looked familiar, but Foggy assumed most people he encountered here would become familiar eventually.

Getting everything set up was the hardest part. Well, after working out the proper ratios.

Looking over the meat he pulled out from the fridge, he did some quick math in his head. He had gotten good at eyeballing the fat content in meat. "Sausages," He started, looking back at the other man. "Mostly pork ones, but there was some chicken and a little bit of venison that I found, too."

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trashmouthloser
2021-07-12 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Oh, boy. If Richie was actually sharing his thoughts instead of offering up a cursory sort of greeting, it would have been a much different conversation.

Anyway, privacy was for places that weren't public areas, right? And it'd be weird to just wander in and ignore someone. That was a surefire way to come across as a passive aggressive piece of shit. And Richie would prefer just being a piece of shit, no passive aggressive tendencies needed.

Richie blinked and looked away from the open fridge. "You're just out here at ass o'clock stuffin' weenies, huh."

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senorfoggy
2021-07-13 06:51 pm UTC (link)

Not many people cared about what thoughts Foggy might be having, unless it had something to do with the field of law.

To be fair, there was no expectation of total privacy anywhere in the hotel, especially not the kitchens. It didn't really matter one way or another to Foggy if someone ignored him or not. Honestly, Foggy was used to it from hanging around with Matt.

Foggy laughed at the way he phrased it. "Yup. Some people go for walks when they're bored, and I stuff weenies."

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trashmouthloser
2021-07-18 02:46 am UTC (link)

"Hot," Richie said immediately, because he was just the type of person to go as far as possible, with absolutely zero filter. Or, well, even if he had a filter his mouth seemed to go just about as quick as his brain, no time for second thoughts or regrets. "Dead sexy. And practically R rated. A little mature for the kitchen, but in some worlds, you'd get paid top dollar if you recorded it."

He closed the fridge, apparently forgetting he was there to find food in the first place. Richie was fairly easily distracted.

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senorfoggy
2021-07-18 03:38 am UTC (link)

"Always," Foggy shot back with a slight grin, easily amused by even the most juvenile of humor, because he was an adult. And, like most adults who had a very serious day job, after hours meant time to be as silly as possible. "Why do you think I'm down here so late. This is eighteen plus stuff all the way. Wouldn't want anyone underage coming in and seeing all this."

He started up the meat grinder, continuing with his sausage making. Foggy would finished what he started.

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trashmouthloser
2021-07-18 07:01 pm UTC (link)

Being as silly as possible was Richie's day job, but it was sometimes easy to forget that here where no one really had a day job at all -- careers were something of the past in a place where time didn't seem to exist properly.

"Right, smart move," Richie agreed. "Censor the sausage. Kids don't need to see that. So what. Is this a Grindr sort of thing or....?"

Why yes, he was proud of himself.

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	senorfoggy 2021-07-19 11:45 pm UTC (link)
	Not having a day job messed with Foggy's world view, because he genuinely enjoyed doing his job -- despite all the bullshit he dealt with on the daily he was still helping people. "That's a good one," Foggy chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, absolutely. Tinder just wouldn't work as well." Sometimes, he could make a funny. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

trashmouthloser
2021-07-26 01:34 am UTC (link)

Well, it helped when someone else made the exact same joke first, right?

"Tinder never works as well," Richie agreed mildly, his eyebrow raising just enough to say he wasn't exactly sure Foggy here was picking up what he was putting down. "Unless you're into women, I guess. In which case, no one's perfect, I guess. So you just into.... sausage making just because? Hobby? Passion? Need?"

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