RP Thread: Brixie & OTA. Setting:Drool & Dine Diner. Time: Early evening, February 16th. Characters: Brixie Evans & Open to Any. Rating: PG-13 for language. Summary: Brixie is covering a shift and isn't very happy about a customer who decides to speak to her rudely. And then whatever else happens!
The regulars at Drool & Dine were disrespectful, but in the most respectful way possible. Flirting was common, but they hardly touched or even acted like they wanted to touch Brixie or any of the other waitresses. Most of it was talk and for the most part, enjoyable. Brixie expected some shady characters and men who got too grabby and bad-mouthed. The 'uniform' she was required to wear told anyone who entered the sort of establishment it was. She heard women talk badly about her because her shirt was showing too much stomach and her shorts were so tight that you could tell that she either didn't have underwear on or it was the sort that was meant to make others think she wasn't wearing any.
Tonight, Brixie was wearing a black mini-skirt with pink and black striped knee-high socks. Her shirt was a bit on the conservative side for the diner, but it was still low-cut enough to get men to stare at her. Due to her lack of breasts, she usually tried to emphasis her legs and it had always worked before.
When the large man with the hacked up face entered, all the waitresses started to talk. He just had that look that suggested that he would be trouble. Two of the other girls remarked that he was attractive, but mainly only because he had a very "torn apart and put back together" face. It was rugged and suggested that he had a load of work done. Brixie wasn't the type of girl to like someone like that. She thought some surgeries were cool, but then she also found some dumb and unnecessary. This man had unnecessarily destroyed his face. It was disturbing. When he sat down in her section, she heaved a sigh and sauntered over to him to take his order.
It was obvious that he was checking her out and usually she wouldn't mind, but tonight Brixie crossed one arm across her chest as she asked what he would like to drink. The voice that came from the man was deep and his answer was unexpected. If she were allowed to do so, Brixie would've slapped his ugly, misshapen face right then and there. Instead, she cleared her throat and asked him again what he would like and hoped for a better answer. Luckily, he only wanted a cup of coffee and Brixie scurried away as quickly as possible to get it.
"What did he say," one of the other waitresses asked her when she was standing at the coffee pot. Apparently the scowl she had in her head was also etched on her face.
Rolling her eyes, Brixie told the woman, "He asked if I could bend over so he could..." She paused, unable to really say the exact word he had used. It was embarrassing. Shaking her head, "Never mind, it was just rude and I hope he leaves after he drinks this." She nodded at the coffee, which was full. Looking over to the table where the man set, she saw that he was staring in her direction, so she wasted little time getting over to him. This time, she didn't look at him, but just skipped off to wait on another table after depositing the cup.