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Elliot was mopping the floor as per usual after a busy shift. Chance was to the side eating a slice of pizza and fidgeting with a coin as he gave their partner a reassuring nod every time he looked over. He was working for way too long that day, Elliot not getting a break for about 14 hours. His spine? Gelatin at this rate. He felt like he was going to fall over if he had to make another goddamn pizza. His manager had already left, not to mention the lack of other employees in the entire building. How they got away with just loading everything onto Elliot was a mystery. He wanted to clock out already, leaving the entire day behind. At least mopping the floor was the last on his to-do list. After that he could go and enjoy a nice long dead pan nap face down in his bed locking the door so Chance and Mafioso were left to fend for themselves on the couch. He wanted the entire bed to himself to the point that at this rate it wasn’t even a joke.
“Are you going to be ok?” Chance asked, looking up from the slice he was eating. Elliot cracked his back and shrugged.
“Depends if I’m thrown another curveball today. I hope not, I can’t take anything else” He grumbled as he mopped the floor with more hatred.
Although Chance would usually say something more, he went back to his slice of pie. If he wanted to say anything to Elliot after that, he would have to choose any words carefully so as to not accidentally send himself to the everlasting hell that was a pizza parlor retail worker. Well. Was that retail? Chance wasn’t entirely sure. In his own mind, he only knew what owning a casino was like. He couldn’t imagine how much more stress a job like this was. They weren’t comparable jobs, yet Chance didn’t want to put down the experiences of one of his other partners. He just hoped and prayed no one else came in for the sake of everyone. He especially hoped that 007n7 wouldn't attempt to order a pizza for c00lkidd. That was just asking for a punch to the jaw from the poor pizza guy. However, fate had different plans. It wasn’t going to be 007n7 walking in today, no no. That would be too simple to put up with for poor Elliot.
Meanwhile all of this happened, Mafioso and the boys™ were busy chatting it up outside. Getting out of their car, it was a long day of beating people up and doing whatever else the mafia man and his goons felt like doing. It was tough work that cramped up Mafioso’s back a fair bit. He stretched his arms, cracking his back as he looked behind him at the two robloxians behind him. He had a huge smile on his face, feeling great today. At least someone was. The sky was dark with stars out, the cold air rushed from the ocean beside the parlor. It was a good time if any to go and visit the old pizza joint he practically harasses at this rate. If he could live there, he would. Chance and Elliot at least believed that Mafioso would live at a pizza parlor given the chance.
"Boys, pizza is on me!" he said with confidence as the two goons cheered. He laughed heartily, walking into the pizza parlor as Elliot walked up and sighed. Loud. Chance tried to motion to Mafioso that now wasn't a good time to be ordering pizza, yet it was already too late.
"What do you want Maf..." Elliot said in a tired tone as the tall bunny-esk man smiled large. He lifted Elliot by the arms, smiling huge as he twirled him around a bit, then kissed both his cheeks. "Ah Elliot! I'd like three of your finest pies for my boys and I! You and Chance too- Chance you're still hungry right?" He looked over, expecting Chance to say yes. Instead, Chance looked frozen mid bite into a slice of pizza, fearing that if he said ONE MORE THING, that Elliot was going to throttle him. They hid their face a bit behind the slice, hoping that nothing was going to happen and that he could just calm the situation down if anything was about to go on. Chance’s own fear of an angry Elliot at least drove him a bit cautious unlike the mafia man who seemed to not realize whatsoever what kind of beehive he was thwacking.
"Ah I guess he already ate a bunch!" Mafioso laughed.
"I'm not in the mood to cook another fucking pie." Elliot looked deadpan, Mafioso confused at the sudden strong language as he looked closely at his partner's face. There were eye bags around Elliot's eyes, his eyes themselves glossy as he looked exhausted. His hair had bits of cheese stuck in it. Uncooked cheese at least. There were patches of flour all over his apron, normal for the man considering where he worked. Though it was normal, there was way too much for seemingly what should’ve been not too long of a day. Didn’t Elliot have coworkers? Why did he look like he was all alone? Mafioso was completely lost by the disheartening look of the man who looked so ungodly upset. The cursing itself wasn’t natural. Elliot rarely if all uttered a swear word- at least within the pizza place. Outside of work you would only hear it once or twice, yet never at his partners unless he was truly pissed off at them.
"Chance, when was he on break last?" Mafioso asked him instead considering Elliot was nodding off at this point. Chance shrugged. The gambler truly had no idea, having to give it some thought as he put his half eaten slice of pizza back on the plate and pondered. They didn’t really want to ask Elliot at all how long they were working for, though they could make an assumption based on when they drove Elliot to work.
"I just got here about an hour ago...I think he's been working all day"
"All day?! Nah nah....boys, you know what to do" Mafioso sat Elliot down on a chair next to chance, ruffling his head a bit as Elliot was too tired to fight back. "My boss will kill me, what the hell are you all doing?" He asked as Mafioso shrugged. He just gave a stupid smile in response, Chance watching to see if the boat was going to tip over or not. With a snap of the fingers, Mafioso's goons went to the back to start cooking pizza. Was this a good idea? Hell no. Was Mafioso doing it anyway? Yeah. Elliot wouldn't get fired. Probably. Mafioso would discard the tape evidence anyways. Besides, how hard could this even be? It was a good idea to give his beloved pizza maker a break.
Humming to himself, He put his huge jacket over Elliot's shoulders as he gave a kiss to his forehead, then one to Chance's cheek. "Watch him for me, k?" Mafioso said cheerfully as he went to where they made pizzas. It clicked with Chance what was going on, though he put an arm around Elliot who had already fallen asleep. He would go and try to convince Mafioso to stop himself, yet knew better than that. Once the big guy got an idea in his head, it was practically impossible to convince him otherwise.
In the back, Mafioso grabbed an apron and tied it tight around himself. Clapping his hands together cheerfully, he looked at his goons. "Alright boys! Who here knows how to make a pizza?" he asked as the two looked at each other and just shrugged. Neither really made a pizza before. The last time the mafia made any food on their own was probably some spaghetti and sauce from a can. Mafioso himself had no clue whatsoever how to make a pizza or where to start. He looked around real quick, staring at the ingredients as he was placing together a plan. He at least knew how to use an oven, that much was in his mind.
"No worries we'll figure it out," he said confidently "we're Italian, we're practically born with how to make a pizza in our heads" oh god was he so wrong. Putting together the pizza was a straight up nightmare. Pizza sauce got everywhere, cheese on the floor, dough punched into a shape because for some reason that's what they thought was a good idea. Chance flinched at every clatter coming from the kitchen. If Elliot wasn't so sleep deprived, he would've jolted up at every little instance. It made them wince, knowing that their partner was in there with his goons doing something that probably took years to even learn how to do properly. He was dreading every single little second that went by. He fidgeted with his playing card deck in his pocket a bit. Watching Elliot carefully, at least the sleep was somewhat helping him. Chance had no idea how long it would take the mafia to figure out this whole pizza shtick.
Soon came out a freshly baked pizza came out via Mafioso. He, himself, looked like an absolute mess of flour, sauce, and cheese. There was a pepperoni stuck to his cheek, though he set down the pie on the table with the grin that screamed being proud of his own abilities. If only he knew that his pizza was both burnt, a bit undercooked, and it looked like an absolute mess. The confidence read on that man’s face was way too high. Chance tried to give a bit of a smile. "Looks great, big guy" he gave a thumbs up, though his gut feeling was that he would get food poisoning from eating this. Eh, not really. Undercooked pizza wouldn't poison him.
It was more that it would cause an upset stomach, nothing else. Mafioso softly nudged Elliot awake after cutting the pizza. The two goons brought over plates, Mafioso attempting to serve the uneven and very violently cut slice of pizza in front of his groggy partner. His other partner just looked like he was holding back the biggest cackle of his life. Though, Chance wanted to encourage and not hinder. The smell of the burnt pie struck Elliot’s nose like smelling salts. For a moment, he thought that he was burning a pizza somehow.
Elliot woke up to the sight of what was supposed to be pizza in front of him. All he could do was stare. "Well?" Mafioso asked expectantly. Elliot couldn't speak at first. The thought of getting fired wasn't even on his mind as he tried to hold the pizza in his hand. He took a bite expecting something from it. All he tasted was a mash of ingredients sending his mouth to hell. Basil littered the bite that he took, cheese punching him and raw dough harassing his taste buds. How many spices did that man think to put into a single pie? He didn’t need the entire goddamn rack! Telling where the cheese ended and the dough began was pure confusing agony. That wasn’t a good sign at all for what he was willingly consuming.
He couldn't hold it in as he put the slice down, starting to laugh. "Eh? Is something wrong?" Mafioso asked with concern. Chance couldn't help it, he started to giggle a bit himself. Mafioso looked worried, like he had fucked up bad and that his partner was about to mentally break at the sheer audacity he took when trying to do something nice. He wanted to say something, though more of waited for Elliot to speak first. The good thing was his goons at least going to clean up after that entire mess they made. That was something they were good at.
Elliot looked up at Mafioso, the most sincere look on his face.
"This is the worst pizza I've ever had"
He cracked a smile, Mafioso bringing Elliot into a hug as he laughed a bit himself.
"Thanks for the effort, though"