"Two orders of fish and chips, a pitcher of stout, and salt and vinegar." Dominique put each item down on the table as she said it's name. Two coasters and pint glasses later and she was standing back, a small smirk fixed on her face.
"Now, gentlemen," she tried to ignore their snorts, "is there anything else I can get you?" She let her smile widen for a moment, the luster of her hair brighten for a moment before she backed off.
Happy customers were well tipping customers. And happy customers liked to look at pretty girls. Even if one of those was a family member, a cousin really, by marriage, well, could one really blame her? Besides, she was saving for... something. She just didn't know what yet.