I swear, when I first met the Torrettos, I thought they were serial killers. They all looked so big and tough, 2 thoughts sprang to mind; serial killer and bikers. But there were no bikes outside. Unless you count that prep boy's motor scooter. After seeing how drunk he was, I'm guessing he had been having a pretty bad day. Anyways, I had been working the bar when my friend and co-worker Gina came up to me.

"Sandra. I beg of you. Switch with me" she said, putting her hands together. I sighed and looked over at the table. They come in everyday and the dude with the red hair keeps hitting on Gina. His red hair didn't match mine, seeing as mine was darker, but still his blue eyes creeped me out. My eyes were green. Emerald green. Nodding, she hugged me and handed me her cowboy hat.

Why, oh why, did I choose to work in a cowboy-themed resturant/bar? Oh yeah. I was in desperate need of money. I took the hat, placed it on my head, tied my plaid shirt at the chest and pulled up the Daisy Dukes. Our uniform. It was supposed to attract customers. It attracted something alright.

"Oh and Sandra" Gina called. I turned to see her holding up the cowboy boots. Rolling my eyes, I put them on and walked out from being the bar, notebook & pen in hand, ready. I approached the group and they looked up at me with curious eyes.

"Aww where's Gina?" the red-haired one asked, looking at me up and down. I tilted my head and smiled sweetly.

"She was getting tired of a certain blue-eyed, red-haired dude hitting on her. And she knows that, seeing as I am a red-head too, I understand your oh so very complex mind" I said in my Texan drawl, before standing up straight again, looking at the rest of them. "What can I get ya'll" I asked, standing on one foot. It was something I did when I was bored.

"One Texas-sized burger." said the blonde kid near me. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"An Arizona salad." said the long-haired girl.

"A Texas-sized burger" said the other girl. She looked as if she was angry.

"Make that 2" said the dark haired boy. He had almost the accent as me. Winking at me, I rolled my eyes slightly before writing it down.

"3." Said the seed of chucky, I mean, the redhead.

"One Santa Fe & Phoenix burger" said the biggest man at the table. He sat at the head and folding his hands in front of his face before smiling at me.

I nodded and headed off towards the kitchen to give them the order.

2 hours. 2 long freakin' hours and they still hadn't left. Kelly, another one of my friends here, waved me over. Of course, she was standing in a place where I would have to pass their table to get to her. Damn the universe. Damn you to hell. I mustered up the courage to walk past them when I heard my name being called.

"Sandra. Waitress chick!" Chucky called. That's what I'm gonna call him now. Chucky. Seems fitting don't you think?

"What?" I asked, turning to face him. Only to find him holding a hot red chili pepper in front of my face. Here we go again.

"100 bucks says you can't eat this" he said, smirking. Stupid, stupid boy. Grabbing the pepper, I put in my mouth and held for a second before commencing the chewing. After a couple more bites, I let the hot vegetable slide down my throat before opening my mouth. He looked at me in complete shock.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm from Texas. Hence the accent. And when your in Texas, eating hot peppers is like the only way they can tell if you really are a true Texan. Nice try though. But always remember 2 things." I paused, putting up 2 fingers. "One, it's hot in the South. We're used to it. Second, everything really is bigger in Texas. Bigger peppers, bigger fire, bigger everything." I rolled my eyes and walked away, only to have another interruption.

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