“Alright, which one’a you fuckheads ordered the Roundhouse Special with extra fries and a drink?”
She delivers the line with a sharp edge in her tone, her fiery attitude cutting through the bustling noise of the restaurant. Balancing the tray on one hand, she fixes the table with a glare that dares anyone to challenge her, though the faintest smirk on her lips suggests she’s enjoying the banter.
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