Emily smiled as the man spoke in a thick southern accent. "Hot coffee, and the rib special coming right up, sir." She felt good that he actually smiled at her this time, and went and placed his order to the chef. It took about 15 minutes to get his things together, and she brought the plate, and very hot coffee back. "Please be careful, our chef doesn't know the meaning of cool." She chuckled, and stood straight. "Would you like your ticket now or later, sir?" She asked nicely, looking at him curiously.
He seemed to be an alright guy, just very hungover. Without thinking before she spoke, she suddenly asked. "Rough night last night? There seem to be a lot of you guys coming in lately.." She surveyed the room curiously, to see if any of the regulars were back.