“hello welcome to shenanigans i’m shannon I’ll be your server can i take your order?”
Being a server at the new yuppie “bad boy” bar, something between Hooters and Bennigan's, was soul suckingly bad. Bad boy yuppies? Almost as pathetic as geriatric punk rockers.
But this was as good as she could get right now. She was on the run from the law and angry women who’d been burned and blinded by her eucalyptus infused avocado oil healing masque. So she’d made a small formulation mistake… geez…
“yes sir we offer several sides such as fries…”
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