[As one of the sponsors for the rally, the Munch & Crunch has set out its own truck at the boardwalk. This means that some poor, unfortunate chump is in charge of opening shop and sticking around until a little after 3:00 PM, when someone else will come take over for the rest of the festivities. As luck would have it, that poor unfortunate chump happens to be Jason.
Wearing his work uniform and looking extraordinarily unhappy about having to work near both a grill and a deep fryer by the beach, he'll be leaning out the window, drumming his fingers over the edge while waiting the hours out. He'll at least try to look like he's happy to be here whenever a customer approaches, but if he happens to know you personally — you're shit out of luck. Have fun looking at his scowl.]
Welcome to the Much & Crunch. [No fake smile can cover up how TiredTM he sounds... assuming he's smiling at all.] Today's special is the Seaside Big-Fry combo for only $3.99. Lemme know when you're ready to order.
[And then he gestures at the menu, displaying today's special — tax not included. Seems like it's just a fish sandwich, covered in batter, deep fried, and served with a side of fries and a drink. That sounds super healthy.]
EVENING, MUSIC:
[Now that his shift is over and he's changed out of his work uniform, Jason leans against one of the peach trees to relax and eat Neapolitan ice cream out of a stupidly large waffle cup. The Friends theme song blares in the background for about the nth time, and should you be close enough to hear him over the music, he'll tilt his head towards you and ask:]
So... How long until someone kicks him off the stage and takes over the music themselves?
[... Let's be real, though. He's probably yelling at you to be heard over the music?? This is fine. Thank you, DJ.]
BONUS:
[As someone who happened to be standing close to the water when the ice cream truck crashed? He's now officially soaked from top to bottom. Stealing a towel from some poor chump who left it unattended for far too long, he'll make his way to the nearest onlooker after verifying the ice cream truck driver made it out in one piece.]
Question. [HE HAS MANY QUESTIONS, TBH.] What the fuck just happened?
[Life comes at you fast when you're distracted and suddenly, two trucks crash at the beach. Only in Recollé. Hopefully. Or not. Maybe humanity is doomed and deserves to be exterminated by fire.]
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Wearing his work uniform and looking extraordinarily unhappy about having to work near both a grill and a deep fryer by the beach, he'll be leaning out the window, drumming his fingers over the edge while waiting the hours out. He'll at least try to look like he's happy to be here whenever a customer approaches, but if he happens to know you personally — you're shit out of luck. Have fun looking at his scowl.]
Welcome to the Much & Crunch. [No fake smile can cover up how TiredTM he sounds... assuming he's smiling at all.] Today's special is the Seaside Big-Fry combo for only $3.99. Lemme know when you're ready to order.
[And then he gestures at the menu, displaying today's special — tax not included. Seems like it's just a fish sandwich, covered in batter, deep fried, and served with a side of fries and a drink. That sounds super healthy.]
EVENING, MUSIC:
So... How long until someone kicks him off the stage and takes over the music themselves?
[... Let's be real, though. He's probably yelling at you to be heard over the music?? This is fine. Thank you, DJ.]
BONUS:
Question. [HE HAS MANY QUESTIONS, TBH.] What the fuck just happened?
[Life comes at you fast when you're distracted and suddenly, two trucks crash at the beach. Only in Recollé. Hopefully. Or not. Maybe humanity is doomed and deserves to be exterminated by fire.]