time of the season ((open))

He wasn't much of a smoker, but working at the Wiki Wiki Shack caused him to pick up the occasional habit. He had zero clue how Aloha Bill didn't ever get pissed off at the most abhorrent of patrons. How can someone be that perky in such an environment? It wasn't like his boss was like Louis Weasley or anything. While he's frustrated at a customer complaining about their drink having too much ice, Bill just strums away on his ukulele as he wandlessly concocts a drink for someone at the bar. It absolutely perplexed him.

As soon as it was time for his break, Macmillan dashed out the back and hastily pulled out a cigarette. He envied Cairo. He envied Cairo a lot. He was the one who immediately had a professional breakthrough while he's stuck working shifts so Twat wouldn't accuse him of being a freeloader.

Agh!

Why did things never work out for him? Was it because he was a bastard child? Were bastards inherently cursed to a life of being overlooked? Macmillan lit up the cigarette and took a drag as he breathed deeply. How was he going to get this burst of anger out of his system?