fandomhigh | Working With Jerks, Wednesday, May 11, 2016 [3rd period]

Tony and a large cup of coffee were perched on the edge of the desk at the front of the class. Because you could in no way teach without that. "Hello, and welcome to class. This is Working with Jerks--" excuse him while he side eyed his teaching partner a little for that title. "And I'm Tony Stark."

A beat.

"If you know who I am, it's admittedly a little funny." The things that happen when you garner a reputation.

"I meant in general," Steve said, cheeks going a little pink. "Everyone is going to work with someone who's a little difficult at some point in their lives. Class projects, shift work, military training...it happens." He smiled. "I'm Steve Rogers, by the way."

"Uh huh," Tony said, taking a pointed sip of his coffee. "College is the worst for that. You'll end up doing all the work in a group of slackers and contemplate murder a few times before you graduate."

Screw. Group. Projects. Seriously.

"But it's not all terrible! Working as a group also allows you to achieve things you can't manage on your own." Because you guys lucked out on getting the more earnest version of Tony Stark, kids.

Steve nodded, equally earnest. "Working as a team, when everyone's individual strengths become more important than their flaws is something everyone should experience at least once, but it does mean that you need to learn to...well...suck it up and deal with annoyances."

Tony put the coffee to the side and clapped his hands together. "Today we'll be getting to know who you are and seeing how well you handle yourself when your day is thrown off."

"It'll be fun." Steve was so optimistic.

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That was going to end in being scalded by hot milk, Isabela! You know. If this was real.

But look, the phone was ringing for her.

Good thing Isabela was a pirate as opposed to a barista, then.

She picked up the phone.

"Hey, yeah," Tony said like the flakiest person possible. "I'm going to be late coming in today."

As a crowd of people were rushing in through the door of the little coffee shop. Because that was how the hell hole of customer service worked.

"That's okay, I'll just make a note to have you flogged."

That's how coffee shops worked, right?

That was totally how they worked.

Tony had to pause and smother a laugh at it. "They flog people now? I don't know if the job is worth that."

"It's that or I dock your pay," Isabela thought that was fair. "Or both if you're late enough."

"So, maybe I'll just take a sick day." And avoid the flogging.

That crowd of people was now right up at the counter, waiting impatiently for service.

Eh, they could wait.

Isabela was not exactly suited for customer service.

"Too late, I know yo're not sick."

That much was becoming clear. Alas, her potential career as a barista was not to be!

"No you don't," Tony said with a really fake cough. "I just got sick."

At least try, Tony, you were talking to the daughter of a con-woman. "Just chew on some elfroot and you'll be fine, and work'll make you feel better."

And he was an employer who had heard a million lame excuses and now got to use them on other people.

"Elfroot?" Did he look like a Thor to you? "Are you trying to get me to do drugs?"

"Most medicines are drugs, at least the ones that work." Hari had few scruples, but not lying to people about if something would cure sickness was one of them.

"...point." He had to give her that one. "I'm still not coming in if there's flogging on the table."

"You know there are people who'd pay good money for that."

Isabela, no.

It earned her a full on laugh, though! And the thought that this kid was going to eat Steve alive.

"Wrong profession."

Even if he managed to protect his virtue from her, she still had The Pirate Queen's Reluctant Prize.

"Probably pays better."

Keep on dreaming, Isabela. While a very amused Tony herded Steve to safety away from her feminine wiles.

"Are you telling me to look for a new job?"

Because that was clearly the best way to keep this on track.

By the time she was done there probably wouldn't be any customers, so win-win.

"I'm sure there are plenty of women who wouldn't mind ponying up for the chance to make you stay in line." Probably some men too.

Yes, he'd have to adjust the programming to match her sheer stubbornness. It would be a fun challenge!

"You don't know the half of it," he drawled. "But I think this falls under sexual harassment."

Working With Jerks, Wednesday, May 11, 2016 [3rd period]

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