This was the first REAL night of service. It was one of the most stressful fucking nights of your life. As well as everyone else's. As you and Carmy were the heads of the operation, the stress was doubled. "Doors!" You exclaimed, for what felt like the thousandth time, letting out a sigh.

"Doors!" Everyone else on the team echoed. Perfect. For now.

Things were getting done promptly. You were proud. Carm put you in charge with him, and things were going relatively smoothly. All was well until...

Carmy had finished off multiple plates and was muttering to himself. Here we go. "I need fuckin' hands. Where are hands?" He was yelling. As usual. Way louder than he needed to be. "Piece of fucking-" He slammed his hands on the metal counter. "Hands, please. fucking hands. Fuck."

You looked around at Tina, Marcus, Sydney, and the others. All of them were fucking busy, and now panicking because of Carmy and his perfectionist ways. You set down your plate and walked up to him. You leaned in and spoke softly, so only he could hear. "Hey. I need you to calm down."

He didn't even look at you. He kept his eyes fixed on the counter in front of him. You knew in your heart that he was about to snap. "They're going too fuckin' slow!"