"how can the desserts be too good?" Jet asked with a smirk. Cat was right. The whole tray was missing.

"A guy, I think he was homeless, ate the entire thing!" Said Cat. Her face was so straight as the words slipped from her mouth.

"Tell Ace to make more. He is back there right?"

"He could but it Easyer to get mad at you,"

Jet ignored her. He did that a lot. Cat was almost a childhood friend but they had only know each other for ten years.

"Listen it's just Marshmello fluff mixed with peanut butter. It's a Amish recipe,"

"How do you have access to something like that?" Cat asked. Her voice had switched. Now she was suspicious.

"Internet," said Jet simply.

Jet wandered to the kitchen moveing things and cleaning up a bit. He grabbed a little pumpkin from the line.

"What are you using this for?" He asked.

"That's for my dick," came a younger more masculine voice.

Jet tossed the pumpkin thru the air. It landed perfectly in Aces hands.

"The two of you. It's time to go home. Not play," said cat.

"I live here," said jet and ace at the same time. They smirked at one another. Then Cat left.

Jet pulled Ace out of the kitchen. They walked together. Hands in pockets.

"Did you see dad's knew chef?"

"He has been here for a week,"

"What? Really?"

Ace laughed. He was just playing.

"That kind of shit will get you rejected," said Jet. He touched Aces shoulder in a rough way.

"Why are you stoping me?" Ace asked.

They looked at each other for a moment. Eyes locked and slow breaths. Jet pushed Ace against the wall. He was so close.

"You need to satisfy my dad,"

"Why do you have to say it like that?" Ace laughed.

Jets hands where near his waste band. He leaned in. His warm lips left a trail of soft kisses down his neck. Jet pulled the chef's jacket down to expose more skin. He was almost biting him.

"I have important things to do," said Jet as he lifted his head.

Ace was breathing heavy now.

"Why do you that! I can't afford to get hard now! I have to go talk to... Hi Phil!"

"What ever your doing needs to stop," the man said flatly.

"Sorry," said Jet.

"The Siren needs a ride home,"

"Where the fuck .. I mean.. where do sirens even live?"

Phil didn't answer. He seemed disturbed. That's pretty much what he is like. Hard to read.

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Ace walked away then Jet said, "I will give him a ride,"

Four days had passed and Jet was out on his little boat. He turned the wheel missing the mark.

"Shit! Someone messed with my pots," he said as turned the engine off.

The crates has been opened. Jet tossed them down in a panic. He grabbed his phone.

"Can I actually call the coast guard about this?" He said to himself.

He decided not to. Someone could be drowning for all he knew.

He went to the 2nd set of pots. The long line of this one had been cut.

"I'm being targeted," he said as shrimp man passed.

Jet came home early today. It was obvious he needed new spots to drop pots.

He smiled as he saw the line for the buffet.jet never waited in it. He just walked past them.

Jet was known to do surprise tastings.

"If your thirsty eat watermelon," said a Asian lady to her husband.

"I can't eat that! It has pickles," said another customer.

Jet grabbed a plate. He filled it with a bit of pizza. Some rice flavored with chicken seasonings. He paused as he noticed the lobster.

"You need to try this!" Said a person. Then a spoon was shoved into his mouth.

"I'm being ra...." Said Jet. As he stumbled back. Cat rolled her eyes.

"You need to be so forced?" Asked Her.

Cat didn't answer. Jet could feel someone standing ubove him.

A gentle yank on his pony tail let him know who it was.

"Your always hungry?" Joked Phil.

Jet hated that joke.

"I'm haveing a tasting. It's my job as a chef,"

"Oh? So your coming home?" Phil asked. His mouth cracked a smile. His teeth where yellow.

"No! My pots where stolen!" Jet lied.

Phil took Jets plate. Then pointed to the kitchen.

"It was you!" He said.

"Two boats where stolen last night. It's not safe out there,"

"I don't care. It's not safe in here. People pull your hair,"

The idea of Jet joining the cooks made the students nervous.

He removed his shirt In front of them. Closing the gap of his skin with each button.

"Let's go! We need more pizza. Hamburger steaks are missing on the line,"

"Yes chef!" Said the students.

Ace and the Siren stood at the fish station.

"What are you two working on?"

"Shrimp and onions," Ace answers.

"Why?" Jet asked.

The siren shrugged.

"That's not an answer," he said.

Out in the dining room Cat was carrying food to the buffet caskets.

"Will we get any more pie?" Asked a old lady.

"Pie!" Said Jet.

"Yes chef!"

He turned to look at his friends. Ace was saying something but the kitchen was to loud.

"What kind of pie?"

"What ever," said Jet annoyed. He wanted to hang out at the fish station.

"These steaks are under cooked," he said without looking at it.

"Sorry chef,"

"No one messed with your pots," said brown.

"They did! My entire..." Jet rolled his eyes. Why was he talking to him about this.

The kitchen was empty now. The last dish had been placed, clean in the covered.

"I can't tell you anything. You don't listen to me!" Said Brown.

Jet shook his head. He turned and stepped into the weird office.

"Why are you working here?" Asked Jet.

"Money. Have a kid now," said the Siren.

"What really?"

The beach was a glow with jellyfish as the siren stripped his outfit. His soft skin took in the setting sun. He put his foot to the water and ran in. He dipped below the water.

Jet stepped into the spray.

"I want to go too!" He said. He could see the Siren around his feet. A long black tail curled around his legs and Jet was tripped Under water.

He was there underwater for a moment. He felt the Sirens body swimming around him. Circling a easy pray.

Jet popped his head out the water. A small of danger had his body going.

The Siren was gone.

Jet walked back to his car soaked.

He sat there for a moment thinking about the Sirens body. He had only seen him from behind. A nice round butt. It would be bad to rub himself here.

Jet sighed. He ran his hand roughly over the lump in his pants.

Jet put in a police report and bought new pots. They would come in the mail.

"I love going to the kitchen store," said his dad as he walked between Jet and the Siren.

"They have olives!" Said Jet. He asked for a sample which was taken by the Siren. His look of disapproval was worth it.

"Why is is salty?" He said as he covers his mouth.

They stopped by the kitchen scales. The siren touched it with curiosity. It spoke and that caused him to jump.

"Why is this so much fun?" Jet asked as they filled the kart with showering pads.

"We need more of those. The kitchens slippery," said Brown

Jet was not listening. He was watching the Siren. He juggled the pads three times and tossed them one by one into the kart.

"Look! Its a lighthouse!" He said.

The Siren picked up a little decoration.

"You want that?" Jet asked.

The Siren pressed the lighthouse to his chest like a child holds a stuffed animal.

Jet did not go to the buffet when they got back. He was more interested in taking a nap. He rolled into back. He was wide awake dispite trying to nap.

"What the hell even is my life?" He asked the audience.

He shook. It was cold. It's not cold? It's summer.

Jet shook again.

He was coming back to the buffet. He knew it.

"Fuck! I hate myself,"

Jet laughed at that dialog.

"I want to put my cock in his mouth,"

He shook as he came.