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Travos: E-excuse me?
 
Vriska: Aw, that look suits you. You know, pathetic. Like a kicked puppy.


[With all the tact of a frat house kegger Vriska spit her gum into her hand and slipped it behind her ear (for safekeeping). From the confines of god knows where she soon replaced it with a cigarette. It’s soon lit, the smoke of the first hit blown unceremoniously into Tavros’s face.]
 
Tavros: Oh, uh could you not do that I’m kind of allergic-
 
[The sneezing fit that occurs can rival Karkat’s great hiccup problem in ‘09. Conveniently that was Vriska’s fault too.  The waitress’s cackles fill the restaurant floor, and from across the room a black haired girl in a chef frock notices and quickly rushes over a finger already wagging.]


Jade: Vriska! You’re doing it again!

Vriska: Doing whaaaaaaaat, Princess Jade?

Jade: Being a bitch! Leave the new kid alone.

Vriska: Not my fault he doesn’t get my humor.

Jade: I don’t think anyone does.

Vriska: Not my fault everyone sucks.

[With a flip of her unnatural blue hair Vriska exits, still laughing as she rounds the corner. Jade’s scowl changes into a stunning smile as she turns back to Tavros, her white and slightly uneven teeth leaving Tavros with a shortness of breath.

It was a really, really cute smile.]

Jade: Don’t worry about her. She’s just…

Tavros: Pushy?

Jade: To put it lightly.

[The girl giggled and Tavros can’t help but laugh a little too. Her laugh was like chimes in the Summer breeze, rusting through freshly cut grass and…and…]



Jade: Oh!

Tavros: Ah, sorry!

[He shoves his piercing back into his nose, glancing around sheepishly.]

Jade: Don’t be!

[She waved her hand around as if clearing the air of smoke and any worry.]

Jade: It suits you. It’s kind of cool!

[The Bistro wasn’t exactly busy today, but to be fair it never really is.]

[Tavros struggled to tie his apron on as he surveyed his new surroundings. The waitstaff stands idle in places, lollygagging until they can’t get away with it any more. One waiter stands at the bar wrapping utensils, setting an example. He looks up, his expression quickly changing from bored to irritated.]

 
Sollux: Whoth the kid? Don’t tell me more wait thtaff or I’ll gut you.

Karkat: No, he’s the new busboy.

Sollux: Oh great. Finally. If I had to clean up one more dith Vriska dropped on purpoth I wath gonna fly off the deep end.

Vriska: What was that Soooooooollux?

[Vriska Serket, the restaurant’s most notorious slacker, sauntered her way forward from one of her usual hiding places. She eyes Tavros with mild interest, placing a cigarette behind her ear.]

Sollux: Nothing. Get back to work.

Vriska: It’s dead dunpass. I’m on my smoke break.

Sollux: I didn’t thay you could take a break.

Vriska: You’re not my boss.

Sollux: Yeth I am! I’m head waiter!

Vriska: Whatever. Who’s the fresh meat?

Karkat: Vriska, Tavros. New bus boy.

[With a subtle hand gesture Karkat brought Sollux out from behind the bar.]

Karkat: I have to talk to you.

Sollux: Yeah yeah, whatever. Play nith you two.

[Karkat gave an uneasy look back at his two employees before disappearing behind his office door. Now unsupervised Vriska decided to lean in, inches from Tavros’s face, as if examining him. Her unnaturally yellow eyes traced his face with an unwavering penetration. Tavros quickly turned a deep red, eyes wide watching her stare at him. Finally she popped her gum in his face with a loud ‘SMPOP’ and backs up, eyes drifting down.]

Vriska: Nice bling. Does it come in uncrippled?

[Tavros followed her gaze down to his legs. Or rather, his leg braces.]

(art by twigs-brah)

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