Squires Mini Series Jun 24, 2020 12:27:36 GMT -5 via mobile
Post by Jason Cashe on Jun 24, 2020 12:27:36 GMT -5
"So I might be a little late arriving to Squires.." Jason Cashe. His eyes swollen as if he just woke up or smoked so much that he forgot to be here. A smile on his face, he wasn't sure how this would play out. "I brought bear claws and honey buns! Who can be mad at a Bear Claw? Let's educate the next generation!"
Confident even in his tardiness. Cashe heads to the doors to enter the building. Upon entering. "YOU'RE LATE!" Blake Mitchell for those that didn't know. One of the trainers here and as he approaches Cashe, Cashe holds out the box of donuts as a peace offering.
"Honey Bun?" Cashe asks not really wanting to share his Bear Claws. Blake in a dramatic and aggressive manner, slaps the box away and donuts go spilling onto the ground as the box flips out of Cashe's hands. "Awww my bear claws!"
"You're late.. Surprised you even showed up." Mitchell of the Blake was being very rude. Ruined donuts for everyone and he doesn't seem very happy about Cashe being there.
"I'm not late. It's only 11.." Cashe checks his wrist watch but doesn't own one and based on his freckle constellation, it was between 1 and 6. He was never sure.
"We started at 7 this morning! We are done. People are slowing down and about to HIT THE SHOWERS!" Turning back towards the group of trainees, Blake Mitchell merges his conversation with Cashe with his instructions to the students. Turning back to Cashe, Blake gave him an up and down stare of disgust. "Thanks for stopping by."
Nothing was going how Cashe had planned. He thought he would be teaching bite moves and butter cups already and everyone would for sure have positive response to his teachings. This was shocking!
"Soo.. 7 sharp tomorrow morning?"
The pause, spin and stare that Blake Mitchell gave him. Cashe was laughing. Some say laughter heals all wounds but Blake hadn't had that life lesson apparently. He was covered in sweat, the place smelled like wet pits and soggy bottoms. A real paradise of scent but Cashe had come to recognize it as work and he missed it today. Holding his hands up, offering an end to the jokes.
"My bad Blake Bitchell. Won't happen again. I swear. Tomorrow at 7 right?"
"... Yeah. Let's see if you can take this seriously for once. I won't hold my breath."
Giving Blake a salute, Cashe backs away before turning and leaving through the doors in which he entered from. Aria Price, the other head trainer walks up and stands by his side as they watch the doors shut.
"Pretty sure he called you Blake BITCHell.." Aria proclaims with a casual tone to her voice.
Nodding his head. "I know. help us if he comes in on time…"