Snippet #1646121

Bryanna Mandrake needed coffee. Or a shot. A shot of coffee, maybe? Oh yeah.

Quinn’s Bar & Restaurant was as busy as ever, but it was nothing the staff hadn’t handled before, unless they were still new. It was clear that the concert down the street had been let out because she could see the traffic pick up a bit outside, as well as the traffic inside the restaurant as well. Customers were still talking and laughing loudly, as if they were still at the concert, and the noise level picked up as well. Bry had to lean in to hear the orders for appetizers and drinks. The bar was full, so most people had to sit at the tables to get their drink orders in. And she was given even more ridiculous drink names that she could swear, people were just giving her so she could walk up to Kirk or Jamie, embarrassed for even speaking them out loud.

“Uh…two Panty Removers, one rum and coke, a strawberry margarita, and one,” She paused, pursing her lips as she lowered her voice and leaned in, “One Slippery Nipple.” Bry blushed and then cringed after the words escaped her lips, and she quickly walked away to let whomever make the drinks before she embarrassed herself more. Who the hell came up with these names? She was no prude, but the drink names were a little too over the top for her.

When Bry stepped into the kitchen, the doors swinging open, she didn’t see Tabitha sitting on the ground, and she tripped over the girl and practically had to use Fitz and Angie to catch her fall as she stumbled and caught her footing.

“Tabitha!” She exclaimed in surprise as she caught her breath and stood up straight. “What are you doing on the floor? You almost killed me.” She exaggerated, and let out a heavy breath of relief that she hadn’t trampled the poor girl that was sitting on the dirty floor. “Let me know when you’re done with your break, there are new customers in your zone.” She pointed out, not wanting to sound bossy and tell her to get back to work, only hinting at it. When she turned her head, she looked over and spotted the warm fries that Fitz had said aside.

“Fitzy! You’re my hero.” Bry sighed with happiness as she snagged a fry and took her first bite. The blonde hadn’t even realized just how hungry she was until she was able to finally eat, and now she didn’t think she could stop as she snagged another. She would totally kiss the Irish right now if it weren’t highly inappropriate. And awkward.

“Someone please tell me that there’s a party tonight after work. Or a happy hour, somewhere. Tabitha, you look like you could use a drink or two.” She popped another fry into her mouth and smiled as she patted the girl’s head, then bolted back out of the kitchen again to see if those drinks at the bar were ready.