"And she's feeling something she ain't felt in forever: Pain," said Mr Brown, as the table reluctantly listened. "It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her, it hurts her, just like it did the first time."
Mr Orange winced at his words, as did Nice Guy Eddie. Most of the others had already been a little sickened by the story Brown was still going on about. Green had been sipping her coffee the whole time, trying not to show any true emotions to any of his words. As far as she was concerned, his story was utter bullshit.
"You see the pain," he continued, "Is reminding the fuck machine what it was like to be a virgin. Hence, 'Like A Virgin'."
"You're a despicable man, Mr Brown," summarised Green. Her words were welcomed with laughter all around the table.
"She ain't kidding there, Brown, that is some fucked up shit," said Blue. Green smiled into her coffee cup as she took a well earned victory sip. She didn't have a problem with Brown, but she felt it had to be said.
"Toby…" whispered Joe, looking up from the small black book he was reading.
"Gimme that thing!" snapped Mr White.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Gimme my book back!" raged Joe. Anger was something Joe showed often, and the people at the table knew that by now.
"I'm sick of you reading it, I'll give it back to you when we leave," retorted White. Everyone could feel the tension spread throughout the table; Mr Pink took a sip from his coffee mug, as did Orange, trying not too make the situation worse.
"What do you mean 'when we leave'? Give it back now!"
"I wouldn't want to make Joe mad if I were you White…" warned Green.
"Listen to the lady, White," said Joe, gesturing towards her with his hand.
"No. For the past fifteen minutes you've been droning on about names." White took out the book and flicked through the pages, impersonating Joe, "Toby? Toby? Toby Wong? Toby Chung? Toby? Fuckin' Charlie Chan!"
Laughter came from everyone at the table as White pocketed the book. Green looked around, watching all of their reactions, and smirked to herself as she watched Mr Pink finish what had to be his third cup of coffee. Orange was still laughing; he and Mr White had became quite close over the past few days they had been planning the robbery. Mr Blue, Mr Brown, Mr Blonde and Nice Guy Eddie were watching with keen interest to see what Joe would do next.
"I got Madonna's big dick at my left ear, and Toby the I-don't-know-what at my right," finished White.
"Give me it back." stated Joe.
"Are you gonna put it away?" asked White.
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want with it!"
White looked quickly over to Orange, who was still amused by the conversation, "Well then, I'm gonna have to keep it."
"Hey Joe," interrupted Mr Blonde, "Want me to shoot this guy?"
Mixed reactions came from everybody. Brown looked worried at what Mr Blonde would do, as did Mr Orange. Mr Blue, Nice Guy Eddie and Mr Pink smirked a little at the over-reaction, whilst Green watched Mr Blonde warily as he pointed to White; something about him bothered her, but she wasn't going to let these guys know anything she was thinking. They all kept themselves to themselves, as did she.
"You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologise!" joked White. The tension was automatically lifted at his remark.
The dogs sat for a bit longer, talking about K-Billy's Super Sounds of the 70's weekend, about the music they had been enjoying on the station as well as some trivia about each of the bands they had heard. They all sat and listened to each other, drinking their coffee and finishing their breakfast as they spoke.
"Alright," said Joe, "I'll take care of the check, you guys can handle the tip. A buck a piece. And you," he pointed to White, "When I get back, I want my book."
"Sorry, it's mine now," teased White.
"Hey I've changed my mind," he pointed at Blonde, "Shoot this piece of shit will ya?"
The table chortled as Blonde made the shape of a gun out of his thumb and forefinger and 'shot' White, before everyone chipped in a dollar for the waitress, Green gladly handing over her dollar as she downed her coffee. They all began muttering in their own conversations when Orange turned to her.
"Think you're ready?" he asked, casually.
"I would say so, yes," answered Green quietly, lighting up a cigarette, "And I'm hoping that you realise bringing it up in public was the exact opposite of what Joe was wanting us to do over breakfast?"
Orange smirked, "You're the one that's making it seem suspicious."
Green took a draw from her cigarette, not looking at him, "You're the one that brought it up."
She caught him winking at her, as turned he turned back around the rest of the table. She smiled to herself; she and Orange had gotten close over the few days it took to memorise the robbery plans. He particularly appealed to her, and the feeling was mutual.
"Hey, Green," said Brown, "You got a spare cigarette?"
Green had to hand it to Brown, he was a nice guy, if a little off. His theory about Madonna made him appear to be a horny desperate man in need of some attention. She took draw from her cigarette before going into her own coat pocket and taking out her packet of Red Apples.
"Here ya go." She lit it for him.
"Thanks," Brown took a draw from his cigarette, "Hey, perhaps, maybe, after all this is over, you wanna go out to dinner with me?"
She heard a smirk from the other end of the table, which threw Brown right off of his tracks.
"Gosh, took you long enough to ask, huh?" chortled Mr Blue.
"Yeah, I know, Christ," chirped Eddie, "We all knew before you did."
"Hey, shut the fuck up assholes!" Brown took anther draw before looking back to the rest of the table, who were laughing at his attempt to ask out Green.
"Thanks, but no thanks, Brown," answered Green. "And I'll pretend that your sexual frustration is not the only thing that gave you the balls to say anything to me."
The whole table burst into furious laughter as Brown took the cigarette with a muttered, "fuck you" to everyone. Green felt bad for what she said to him, but was glad to get it out of the way; the way he watched her weirded her out.
Mr Pink had sat the whole time, watching all of the antics happen, amused. Green was not the only one to notice he hadn't put in a tip yet.
"Come on, throw in a buck," urged Eddie.
"No thanks," said Mr Pink, "I don't tip."
"You don't tip?"
"Nah, I don't believe in it."
"You don't believe in tipping?" asked Eddie, bewildered.
"Do you know what these waitresses make?" quizzed Blue, "They make shit."
"Don't give me that. If she don't make enough money, she can quit."
Mr Blonde smirked as Eddie continued to bombard Pink.
"I don't even know a fuckin' Jew who would have the balls to say that! Let me just get this straight, you don't tip, ever?"
"I'll only tip if someone really puts the effort in, I'll give 'em the extra. But tipping automatically: it's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their jobs."
"Hey, this girl was nice," reasoned Blue.
"Yeah, she must have given you about three coffees, how many do you want the girl to give you?" asked Green.
"She was OK, but nothing special."
"What's special?" asked Blue, "Taking you out the back to suck your dick?"
Cackles of laughter interrupted Pink before he could retort, joining in himself.
"I'd go over 12% for that," mused Eddie.
"That's the thing, we've been here a long fuckin' time and I expect my coffee filled at least six times," retorted Pink.
"Six times," repeated Blonde, "Well, what if she's too fuckin' busy?"
"That shouldn't be in a waitresses vocabulary."
"Mr Pink," said Eddie, putting his hand on Pink's shoulder, "The last thing you need is another cup of coffee."
They continued their conversation about the waitress, Mr Pink putting forward his opinion about whether she deserved it or not. Green wasn't focusing anymore, growing tired of the conversation. She just wanted the job to be over and done with.
Sure, they had run over the plan loads of times to make sure everyone knew what they were doing, but the stalling was just starting to bother Green now. Her attention was diverted when she saw a piece of bread flying towards Mr Pink, narrowly missing his ear. Mr Orange was the next one she heard.
"He's convinced me," he reached over to the plate, "Gimme my dollar back."
Shocked, Green smacked his hand away from the plate as Eddie put his hands over it. Orange looked at her with mock hurt as he returned his hand to where it was before.
"Dollar stays, Orange," said Eddie. Green smirked as he threw his toothpick towards Eddie, knowing he wasn't going to win this argument.
"Alright, let's get ramblin'," called Joe, returning to the table, "Wait, who didn't chip in?"
"Mr Pink," said Orange.
"Why not?"
"He don't tip."
"What do you mean, 'he don't tip'?"
"He don't believe in it."
"Shut up, Orange." He turned to Pink, "Why don't you believe in it? C'mon, cough up a buck you cheap bastard, I paid for your breakfast!"
"Ok, since you paid for breakfast," Pink reached into his wallet and took out a dollar, "But I normally wouldn't do this."
"Just cough in your buck like everybody else," snapped Joe, snatching the dollar out of his hand. He caught sight of his book in Mr White's hand and took that too. "Thank you!"
Green put out her cigarette as the rest of the dogs stood up and fixed their jackets. She stood with the rest of them, checking her face in her compact mirror as they began to leave, Brown avoiding eye contact with her especially. Almost everyone had left the restaurant, Orange was the only one from the table to still be next to her. He gave her a quick wink, before pressing his hand into the small of her back, urging her to go ahead.
She smiled at the contact, tucking her hair behind her ear. Today was going to be an unpredictable day, and she slipped on her shades to embrace it.