(Author's note - this fic takes place somewhere around the start of Drew opening his restaurant and discovering a salamander in his ovens. So turning down a business opportunity is a big deal).
"No, I won't do it!" Ren slammed his hand down on the stainless bench top for emphasis. "It's an insult!"
Drew's stomach sank. The restaurant had been open a bare six months, they couldn't afford to turn down a big order like this.
"But . . ."
"No buts!" Ren snarled. "They want BOX cake mix and COMMERCIAL frosting? Tell them to go to fucking Mcdonalds. I make my own cake and my own frosting, and I WIll NOT COMPROMISE."
Um . . . okay then. Drew eyed his patisserie chef and brand new partner. What was more important?
It was an easy decision.
"I'll talk to them," Drew said, his tone low and soothing. "If they won't let you do you thing, I'll turn down the function."
Ren immediately became apologetic as his wishes were aquiesed to, but Drew didn't use that to his advantage.
"No, you're right, sweetheart," he soothed. "If we agree to compromise our standards now, what message does that send? By the way, you're sexy when you're assertive."
Ren grinned, knowing he'd won but Drew wasn't pissed at him. "I can be sexy in all sorts of ways," he quipped, turning toward the staircase that led from the kitchen to their private quarters.
Drew grinned, saying nothing but following Ren toward the door. Obviously, he was hoping Ren would reward him for combating the evils of commercial frosting.
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Date: 2017-03-03 05:17 am (UTC)"No, I won't do it!" Ren slammed his hand down on the stainless bench top for emphasis. "It's an insult!"
Drew's stomach sank. The restaurant had been open a bare six months, they couldn't afford to turn down a big order like this.
"But . . ."
"No buts!" Ren snarled. "They want BOX cake mix and COMMERCIAL frosting? Tell them to go to fucking Mcdonalds. I make my own cake and my own frosting, and I WIll NOT COMPROMISE."
Um . . . okay then. Drew eyed his patisserie chef and brand new partner. What was more important?
It was an easy decision.
"I'll talk to them," Drew said, his tone low and soothing. "If they won't let you do you thing, I'll turn down the function."
Ren immediately became apologetic as his wishes were aquiesed to, but Drew didn't use that to his advantage.
"No, you're right, sweetheart," he soothed. "If we agree to compromise our standards now, what message does that send? By the way, you're sexy when you're assertive."
Ren grinned, knowing he'd won but Drew wasn't pissed at him. "I can be sexy in all sorts of ways," he quipped, turning toward the staircase that led from the kitchen to their private quarters.
Drew grinned, saying nothing but following Ren toward the door. Obviously, he was hoping Ren would reward him for combating the evils of commercial frosting.