Didnt know you had it in you.

Cless runs over to grab his deba and plunges it into Roy's neck before he can get his composeur.

Cless can smell the burning flesh and hair.

Roy doubles over onto the wet alley floor.
"y que vamos hacer manana?" Lisandra wonders what'll happen next.

"ninguna llamada, ninguna llegada." The two drag Roy by his legs to the nearest trash compactor.

You're not playing fair

"Six-thirty and I've not broken a sweat. Where's all the action??" Job looks at his line mate.

"Check this out!" Cless flexes his bicep in front. The lateral head looking a bit plumper than usual.

"That's nothing. " Job kicked out his calves. Somewhat veiny.

"Eww...."

Then they start rolling in. The scan line droning of an Epson printer breaks the jocular atmosphere on set.


"Fire one squash, one cuzzinetti, one fromage, one truffle tag......." Montes shouts pertly down the line.

"Click, clack, click clack"

"Oder one turbot, one mussel, one duck" Keeping up.

"Click, clack, click, clack"

"Fire one tomato, fire a dozen oysters, fire one more tag....." Easy.

"Fire one neck, one trotter, one carpaccio."

"order a hali, order greco, no garlic,  order eggplant, no salt." No garlic? Okay.

The boys spin into action, muscle memory taking over. Sometimes memory is a mystery. Keep up!

Job starts the side of turbot in it's pan with some clarified butter. The toasty aroma offset by a pan full of egg noodles and truffle juice coming to a simmer.

"ive seen three-fifty-sevens, I've seen forty-fives on military special, I've seen twenty-two-zip guns, it's about things you think you'd never see on the streets..." Job snickered to the range.


No longer are they the victims of a self denying complex that is the result of inexperience. There is no chatter in the skull over whether or not the volume will over take the chef. When you know these processes back, forth, and in your bones, it's a simple motion of the arms, hands, and legs. We're at the point of fluidity, what your afternoon talk-show guru's call a 'flow state'. The incessant breathing becomes smooth, the torrent is apparent.


Cless rolling a crispy pigs foot onto some paper for seasoning and onto a pan with a puree of green plum, and some smokey peanut brittles. He hides a few balls of cabbage that envelop a creamy rice porridge inside.

"Trevor, are you set on the carpaccio?" Tracy echoes nearby

"oui, it's all up" Tracy flips the salmon neck onto it's skin and glazes with maple, some dried thyme, an punctuates it with the just-clipped-vines of a pea plant, still wet with dew somehow.  It's all these parts that make this canvas an art.

A quick orchestration is complete by a sub-communication of silhouette.

And that's dinner. Just a few more hours to go.

Try doing it for four years?

Can I see with 2nd sight? Can i really shine the light on? In my dreams it turns out right.

the chips are in .

Cless looks at his hand, its loaded but as the night wears on it, we can see its becoming less and less hot.

What thrills him is the numbers, the money on the table, and the possibilities.

What could go wrong? No one to disapoint yet, try keeping a healthy outlook. And we've got to take some risk every year.


The phone call would come in. And we're going to see a change in lifestyles soon.

The Purple Paragon

Sole gugionette

Cless wrapped the petrale' , braised the spigarello, lowered a bengali. There was a mass of warmed butter, and nothing

Looking back at it he could see that at this point, if nothing else: he had connected a bit.

Rexifer

Rex can rest,
Rex can resist,
Rex will insit,

Rex is next door
Rex is not a bore
Rex will persist

Rex

Hella Agent

Job looked back at his compatriot.

"What is it old sport?" Cless asked

"Dude, you just start talking shit when people show up, don't you? You're trying to look like big man out there. Hah!" Job laughed back.

Cless snickered

"Dude, no where did you get this idea from? Hehe, cmon. No" Cless said

"Sure, you're just trying to be one of the white men, i get it" Job couldn't stop himself.

"No, seroious, man. I don't know where you get this idea." Cless was dying of laughter.

"Yeah. Ok.Sure". Job played it to rest.

It could be the atmosphere sinking....

"That's not even the first floor. Look over here ". Yvette said

"Hey cool" Cless had a look at the escalator leading to the mezanine, covered in some sort of synthetic mossy turf.

"This is plush" he said.

"It's all real too, this entire building has solar fortifications, inside and out. You guys do solar?" Yvette  was starting to boast.

"We've got some solar." Cless though back to his horizon lined window out to the Pacific back at Aexer that he held so dear to this point.

He glanced to the upper marble checkered floors surrounded by the sheer later afternoon light. The reflections were dizzying. Nice, glossy, but he never felt he'd find a day where marble wouldn't appeal to his senses.

There was an impressive sunken polished-seafoam glass bar tended by an attractive duet of females. Not far from the glass enterance , Cless could see an old friend. She waved as they made eye contact.

The evening's meeting would be held in a sliding bamboo doored booth adjacent the glass paneling around the back of the dining floor.

"What're you having?"

"Actually it's a little early for me, could i have some soda? soda with a few dashes of these?" Cless motioned to the bitters in jade bottles

"That's a passionfruit bitter..don't be silly, try out this, its called a Moody Suzuki" Layla waved a few elegant hands across the apparatuses.

She clasped the dual shaker. With a quick and mischievous smile she shook back a few pulses while Cless tried to look elsewhere around the terrace. The dynamic sounds of the area and the lovely retro touches in the deck's soundtrack helped a ton.

Layla poured the stiffy into an chic colin's glass and drew her best skateboard across the drink's head with a whip of bitters. She dropped the glass off on the bar and waved him forward

"Oh...i think i needed this..." He whispered.

"I could tell" She whispered, leaving to attend to someone who would actually tip.

It felt like an instant saltwater rush that you feel when you're barreled. But the rush is stopped by a sandy shore, in this case a salted rim that was actually comprised of crushed sea vegetables. The drink's body, a composition of prosecco and sake.