Natalie McCathy
Natalie pulled up and saw the display windows as well as various promotional posters like St. Patrick’s Day and Cinco De Mayo, which was co-hosted with Ryan “Fireball” Brown. Natalie blew a raspberry at the posters and tore down the pieces of papers stomping them to the sidewalk. She then started banging on the doors.
“Chelsea! Chels! You guys cooking dinner in there?! I’m starving!” Natalie taunted as she snickered to herself.
Natalie would then try the right door and it clicked open as Natalie turned to the camera with a surprised expression. She pushes the door open and snickered again entering the unlocked facility. Natalie saw the tables filled with glass cups, utensils, napkins, complimentary bottles of England’s finest wine, and ketchup and mustard bottles. Natalie took each bottle she could fine testing their taste before dropping them on the floor in succession as purple liquid started creating puddles on the once clean floor. The skater kicked over a garbage can as random pieces of burger wrappers and glass shards filled the wine-stained floor.
“Seriously? You left the damn doors unlocked. What a complete moron! I’m thinking you did this, Chels,” Natalie mocked.
Natalie started picking up chairs and throwing them around the restaurant floor. She skated towards the kitchen and stopped herself on the refrigerator. Natalie opened it seeing cartons of milk and other beer bottles before starting to drink out of them before throwing them on the floor staining it. Natalie then dumped a bottle of tequila on the grill and stained some burger patties that were left out to thaw.
“Secret ingredient is the tequila I bet. Makes the burgers that much tastier and adds an extra kick,” Natalie boasted in mockery.
Natalie stuck a finger in the grease container and tasted it shrugging her shoulders as barking could be heard coming down the stairs above her. Anfield, Chelsea and George’s dog, came barking down the stairs as he came up to Natalie coming out of the kitchen. The pipsqueak dog barked as loud as he could and came off as best he could to be a guard dog, but Natalie saw a Union Jack-designed ball in one of the corners. She picked it up and squeaked it attracting the dog’s attention to it as she threw it down to the floor watching it bounce as Anfield barked and ran after it.
“This is why you keep your dogs leashed, peeps. So unprofessional,” Natalie remarked. “This whole place is a walking safety hazard. OSHA needs to be on this place’s ass and shut it down!”
Natalie took a little look on the walls seeing the many photos like Chelsea and Finella’s arm wrestling contest, Karl hanging with Chelsea and George, George adopting Anfield, Chelsea and Molly sharing a little beer at the pub, Christmas photos, and even a special photo of Chelsea and George smiling. Natalie didn’t give a fuck how happy they were.
“Lame. Fucking stupid. Her sister looks ugly. Dumb dog as I just proved. Who’s the hunk in the glasses? Probably a simp. Uh….what do we have here? Chelsea smiling. Good god, I’m surprised she didn’t show those buck teeth and the B.O., god, gag me with a spoon! Her boy toy ain’t too bad looking, but fuck him! Kaboom!” Natalie insulted as she threw each framed photo into the floor cracking the glass covering each one.
The crowd booed loudly watching Natalie’s actions as she tiptoed through her mess as she wiped her hands. The scene glitches a bit as Natalie simply flips the bird to the camera before smashing it into the floor as the screen faded to back. Luckily, Natalie had saved the footage to a flash drive while editing the video.
