{author's note: STILL WAITING FOR SOME FAN ART. COME ON GUYS. I also really miss writing about Dahlia. I liked her a lot. I'm sad she's gone. I wish Roy could touch her and bring her back to life like Ned the pie guy. Question. Do you picture the characters as the celebrities who would 'play' them lol, or do you have your own interpretation? Same thing goes with clothing. I sometimes forget this is 'historical.' Even though it's 1915 I'm picturing more mid 20s clothing, but sometimes my imagination slips into the 21st century lol. }

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"Oh my god, Roy!" Sophie exclaimed, her wild hair bouncing as she hopped over to Roy. "You're here for your first day!" She yelled something back at Brent in Polish. He waved.

Elmer was slumped over apathetically over the cash register. "Hi, good morning. Welcome to Fritz. Thanks for not bringing your fucking kids."

"Uh, I-I don't..." Roy began confused.

"Brent has something going on very important in the kitchen," Sophie tugged on his arm. "Go to the office, I'll be there in a minute."

"Sure..." Roy mumbled.

At the desk was a handwritten note, presumably written by Holger days before:

No inventory checklist for you today. Shipping flour to San Diego. Seal them in boxes in corner. Whatever doesn't fit, store in safe. Combination 672. Enjoy!!!!!

"Oh boy," Roy sighed to himself.

"Roy!" Sophie exclaimed once more. "Oh what's this?" She snatched the note out of Roy's hand. "Oh he left instructions already. Ok then, okay! It seems like you don't even need me then!"

She leaned over, and embraced Roy.

What. The. Fuck.

"He even trusts you with the safe combination already. Roy you must be so special!" She bounced. "Special enough to have little miss MacKenzie."

Little miss MacKenzie.

"I guess she's even lucky to have you, huh," Sophie smiled.

Roy was staring.

"Elmer, go get the things from Brent, give it here right now!" She called.

Sophie smiled, leaning back on the desk. "So what happened?"

"What?"

"How did it happen?"

"What are you asking me," Roy shook his head.

"Car accident, huh," Sophie sighed sympathetically.

"What? No, no..."

"Oh come on, honey, you can talk to me!" Sophie exclaimed. "That's how you and little miss MacKenzie met, isn't that right? ELMER HURRY UP!"

Elmer stumbled into the crowded office, and just like some sort of comedic farce, Sophie, who obviously had a rebound effect, ran into Elmer, and said bags of flour flew in the air and landed on Roy.

"Oh my god, Elmer!" Sophie gasped. "Holger is going to kill you!"

Roy sniffed. The coffee Sophie had carelessly dumped over him last time was hot. This obviously wasn't liquid, and when Roy tasted it, the bitterness was familiar.

"Listen, Sophie," Roy said calmly. "You and I both know very well this isn't flour. This is a shit ton of money you done and gone dropped on me. I'm going to dust myself off, you're gonna sweep the floor and save whatever you can, and I'm leavin. Okay?"

Her eyes were wide. "You act like a manager!" She gasped. "And I respect it."

Sophie ran out of the room. Elmer looked apathetic.

"Dude, she's like in love with you," he commented.

"I'm quitting."

"Run while you can."

"I'll do that," Roy said.

Sophie screamed from outside.

"I love my job," Elmer said monotonously.

Holger burst into the office, tearing his sunglasses off. His force nearly sent Elmer flying into Roy.

"Gud god!"

Roy dusted whatever amount of flour was left on him, crossed his arms, and smiled.

"Howdy."

Elmer was gaping.

"Vat sort of employees do I got here? One is a rolling punchline, and the other is American."

A rolling punchline? Fair enough.

"Listen, Fritzges, it's been appreciated being offered to work for you, I do appreciate it, I do, but I'm gonna have to leave your service."

"VAT?"

"Considering the circumstances of almost getting my throat slit at your house and now being fully aware of the way you earn your keep, I find it best I don't get involved."

"Oh...you cannot just leave."

How sinister.

"Oh I can though." Roy slowly wheeled around the perplexed looking Holger, even surprised at himself.

Sophie stopped Roy in front of the front door.

"This! This is my fault. You cannot leave. We need you here," she exclaimed.

"You don't need me here," Roy mumbled, politely pushing her out of the way.

"Ah, but you need this, huh huh," Brent whispered behind Roy in his ear, his breath moist.

He dangled a small bag of flour in front of Roy's face, and rolling his eyes, he took it.

"Going away present," Brent said.

"Uh, thanks..."

And without looking back, Roy waited down the street until MacKenzie's car came into view. He grinned at her sinisterly.

"What," she said suspiciously.

"I'm done there," Roy pursed his lips.

"Already? You're not gonna give it a chance?"

"You ever get cocaine in your eye?" Roy asked.

"Oh...that bad, huh?"

"Yeah how close are you with Sophie?"

"Not very. She and Peaches and I did drinks a few times I think..."

"God she's worse than Beckie."

And Amanda. Fucking Amanda.

"I wouldn't go that far!" MacKenzie chuckled.

"Little miss MacKenzie," Roy grinned.

"She still calls me that?"

"I'm calling you that from now on."

"Oh my god don't."

"Little miss MacKenzie."

"Fine. Cowboy Roy."

Sounded like a fair compromise.