Harry Jones needs to quit bitching.
“Nah fuck that I’m not waiting 45 minutes to cook my own food” He declares.
Only just realising the post-work drinking squad consisting of mostly Asians has silently yet unanimously agreed to grab Korean Barbecue, Harry needs to make a choice.
a) Grab a $4 slice of corner, kebab store pizza and call it a night
b) Quit his fucking bitching and come get grilled pork belly and peach soju with the boys.
“Harry come on,” insists Jin who has somehow convinced Harry to come out to the last 5 Korean BBQ sessions. Playing devil’s advocate, Jin eggs on his colleague.
“I know we waited 90 minutes last time but this is real KBBQ”
Harry, who struggles to see where the joy of waiting ages for a table only to cook your own food and then have to share it with the group, comes from, is hesitant.
But with FOMO starting to kick in over quality banter and some possible one on one time with the new junior accountant Gemma, Harry gives Jin one last chance.
“Fine. But I better not be waiting an hour for food.”
“No chance bro,” lies Jin through his teeth.
More spice to come.