Michael moved the last chair he scrounged up to the small backyard behind his apartment where his new grill has been placed only and hour before. The long table that could easily seat ten was decorated with various hamburger buns, hotdog buns, cases of O'doul's Beer and soda bottles along with plastic cups and paper plates. Michael was wearing a white tank top undershirt. His usual black dress shirt and clerical collar were gone to reveal a torso covered in scars and tattoos, a blank white apron hung over his torso and he wore a pair of worn jeans and cowboy boots.
He molded a slab of ground beef into a paddy, his hands inside a pair of clear plastic gloves as he did so. He tossed the burger onto the warm grill and started forming another. The paddy began to sizzle and crackle as the paddy cooked. He gave a light dusting of black pepper to the meet before flipping it over with the spatula. Sitting on the two tier grill's wings were the plate of ground beef in which he made the paddies, a plate of hotdogs ready to go on the top level of the grill and a half drank bottle of O'Douls. He hummed an endless tune as he worked and waited for the others to arrive.
@Those who arrive
On Michael's door was a sign that read. "BBQ In Back"