"How'd you do, girl?!" Bubhal flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and dropped the dishes she was working on into the sink.
"Made it past prelims," I started absent-mindedly, "so I'll fight again later tonight I believe if things work they way they said they would." I stretched my arms up sending electric sparks down muscles, it felt so good I involuntarily stood on my toes and purred a little bit when I stepped foot into the tiled kitchen.
"Who'd you fight?" Tin-Tin asked as she bustled through with several drinks balanced on one hand and a pile of dirty dishes in the other. I watched as she dumped the dishes into the sink on her way out and buzzed out of the kitchen into the diner with the drinks. The announcer's voice rings loud and clear through the diner as he announces that the fights only have 45 more minutes to eat.
"Eh, just some big hairy guy." I shrug, knocking off the announcer's voice, bringing my arms down from that ecstasy causing stretch and throwing my white blonde hair up into a high ponytail.
"Ew gross!" She scrunched up her nose and started cleaning the dishes that Tin-Tin dropped into the sink "Just hand to hand combat? Nothing more, right?" Bubhal questioned again as mumbled a no under my breath, throwing on my work shirt over my fighting gear. After the quick change, I strode to the front and started to unlock the windows to the snack bar when I heard tiny feet stomp their way into the back of the kitchen followed by a deep huff of air.
"I'm done." Tin-Tin plopped more dishes into the sink, splashing soap bubbles onto Bubhal'a face. The bubbles slide down her face a sorry frown on her baby pink lips was exposed.
"Done?" I question, pushing the window to the snack bar open, a sadistic grin on my face. Don't get me wrong it's not that I like seeing my friends in such turmoil, but Tin-Tin has the patience the size of a gnat. A plate crashes against a wall. Err… she lacks one completely.
"Done! I'm done! I'm done with these fighters bossing us around! I'm done with the crude remarks! Do you know what just happened?!"
"Did one touch your ass again?" Bubhal asked innocently which set something off in Tin-Tin and you could physically see the anger well up inside her as her hands balled into fists and her limbs began to shake. Katie bar the door, this girl has anger issues.
"YES!" her breathing became erratic and then, it was like a light switch just shut her off, her dark hair fell over her eyes and her fingers fell from their fists, shoulder sagging. Although she would be the perfect study for an anger management office, her anger is very short lived.
"Do you want me to serve while you take orders?" I offered even though both Bubhal and I knew her stubborn ass would stay where it was.
"No." She looked defeated, for a moment, crumpling on the floor into the fetal position.
Bubhal and I tried our best not to laugh at our friend's over dramatic display as Tin-Tin literally crawled out of the kitchen on all fours muttering something crude under her breath.
I turn my back on the counter to turn around and shake my head at Bubhal, who locks eyes with me and we both lose it laughing our asses off because we both know how she feels, don't get us wrong. And normally there's a zero sexist tolerance around anyone who speaks to us but in the predicament we're in, we had to take everything we were offered to get somewhere. I felt a weight pull on my features as my memory scampers away with fleeting ideas of esca-
"Ma'am?" Someone clearing their throat ripped me from my thoughts and I spun on my heels, "Err… miss?" two gentlemen stood, uncannily similar looking to one another. Both had dark hair. Both had the same eyes. Both looked to be the same age. However one was slightly shorter than the other, not by much but just enough to make a difference between the two. Brothers, perhaps.
"I'm so sorry, what can I help you with?" I ask pulling out my pad and pen; I notice the slightly shorter one shifting from side to side. I see that they are both looking at my waist and I follow their line of sight and then clear my throat. My eyebrows furrow, that noise obviously didn't gain their attention so I just lean on the counter and wait for them to come around.
A few seconds pass and the shorter one elbows his look a like in the ribs.
"Oh hi! Sorry, is this where you get food?!" The taller one's dark eyes flit around me, his heart obviously dead set on getting food. The shorter one just stared at me with this goofy smile.
"Yes sir. What would you like?" I give them both a small smile and the taller one returns it with the same goofy ass smile as his carbon copy. My mouth fell agape while they trek on their massive food list and I struggle to keep up with them making notes here and there, my pen lighting fire on my notepad and just when I think he's done, he starts again. Must have just had to take a breath. Oh boy. My pen stops, finally caught up and there is a long pause before I glance up with raised eyebrows as if to say, 'Is that all?'
"And that'll do it!" I almost pitfall into the abyss as I throw the paper back at Bubhal. earning a well deserved glare from her. I turn back around to the two gentlemen and before I can say anything the shorter one, who hasn't said much, questioned me, "Is that a tail?"
I cocked my head to one side and I realize that they are asking about what's wrapped around my waist. My cerulean eyes, stuck in befuddlement, eye their own dark eyes as I unfurl my tail from it's stationary position around my waist, showing the two that it was in fact what they thought it was. I watch their eyes dance along the white fur covering my appendage, while I twist it around a coffee pitcher and proceed to pour a cup of coffee.
"Yes." I see the taller gentleman's eyes grow thin and his smile fade as hen stares at it, almost like he's contemplating taking my tail for some strange reason. These gentlemen need to go, I feel like they have seen my type before and I don't want to get started on it. Not now.
I parceled the cup of coffee with my tail and brought it around to him, and he cautiously brings his hands up under the cup, dark eyes rising from my tail to my own. Gently I set the hot cup into his palms and remove my tail, my eyebrows lift, as does my smile.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" I curl my tail back around my midsection and wait for their reply.
"No, no! We're good!" The shorter one lets out this foolish laugh and tugs on his friends arm, the friend's eyes unlocking from mine as they walk away.
Tin-Tin walked around to the front, her steel eyes, watched our 'customers' get out of earshot before she asked, "Do you think they know about-"
"No." My eyes shut tight as I shake my head, "They can't. Our race is dead."