A Regular Romance - Ch.7: Roasting on an Open FireThe guys finally got off work, after doing countless jobs for Benson, half of which probably didn’t even need to be done. Naturally, the entire time they had talked about the girls, but they didn’t get very far in their conversations. Most of them just went something like this:A Regular Romance - Ch.7: Roasting on an Open Fire by Fanfiction-Princess
“So… My man, Mordo… You gonna make you mo-ove tonight?”
“Whatever, Rigby. Like you ever make a move…”
“Oh please! I don’t even like Eileen!”
“Whatever you say, dude…”
As soon as they were done, they sprinted to the cart and drove straight to the coffee shop. They drove up to the door and the girls walked up to the cart. The two waitresses looked utterly exhausted, as if they had to run a marathon while getting chased by a semi-truck.
“Are you guys okay?” Mordecai asked in surprise.
Margaret managed a weak smile. “Oh yeah, were fine. Just a hard day’s work at the good ol’ coffee shop&
A Regular Romance - Ch.6: Break TimeThe work day was completely brutal for Mordecai and Rigby. Benson piled a ton of extra work on their agenda, and the day still went by so slowly.A Regular Romance - Ch.6: Break Time by Fanfiction-Princess
Benson had just given them yet another dreadful job when Rigby finally spoke up.
“What the heck, Benson?! Why do we have to clean the toilets? You’ve never had us clean them before!”
“You guys have to work more to pay for your guest’s rent,” The gumball machine smirked.
“Are you for rea—”
Mordecai clapped a hand over Rigby’s mouth to silence him. “Sorry Benson. It’s been a long day.”
Benson put up a hand. “It’s fine Mordecai. I understand.” He snickered. “The day seems longer when you have someon—” He coughed, and made a big deal of clearing his throat. “I mean something to look forward to.” He glanced at his clipboard. “So, come see me when you guys are finished with the bathrooms. I have more jobs to kee
A Very Regular Christmas"That's it, Rigby! Just a little to the left… you're getting it! Mordecai, go outside and get some more firewood from the pile. And Thomas! Stop slacking and put up those lights!"A Very Regular Christmas by wregular
"But Muscle Man wrapped them around my horns," the goat protested lamely. Benson silenced him with an upraised palm.
"The only words I want to hear from your mouth, Thomas, are, 'OK, I'll put up the lights.' Or, 'Hey, Benson, some more egg nog?'"
The goat sighed. "Hey, Benson. Some more egg nog?"
"Not now, Thomas! OK, Rigby, that's perfect!"
Rigby beamed with a look of genuine pride. He'd set the star on top of the tree with peerless accuracy. He leapt down from the top and landed in Benson's arms, laughing.
"Well, look what the star guided us this Christmas," said Skips. "It's a dirty raccoon."
"Yeah, yeah," said Rigby, rolling his eyes. "I don't see any wise men around here. Except you, Skips. You always got my back."
Muscle Man made a noise like a dying car engine. "Enough of the lovey-dovey
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