Bella sat down at a round poker table that stood still in the middle of the room, surrounding it was many aged gentlemen who wore expressions that showed absolute determination. They showed no emotion, not even a flinch, as Bella approached the gentlemen among the table. She wore her own expression as well, one of amusement and pure mischief. They all wore poker faces. The lamp above the table flickered as it lightly swayed back and forth. Tension was thick in the air.

"I call" Bella exclaimed five minutes after the game started laying down a king high flush. The guys at the tables eyes grew in surprise. Bella in response just leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms taking in the glory. The guys gruffed and threw down their cards on the table as Bella greedily dragged the chips in.

"Aw don't be poor losers guys" she teased. "I still don't get how somebody as young as you can be so mischievous" barked Johnny, not the nicest cook at the parlor. "I'm a girl of many surprises." Bella laughed looking proud. A smirk never leaving her face. Bella was well known at the parlor mostly for her poker skills or if not definitely the devious pranks she pulls. "Well we better get to work before boss catches us again" Carol another one of the cooks reasoned. Carol looked a lot like Vicky, maybe it was the fact that they were related or that they both were tall and lanky but the only difference was that Carol had a bald spot on the very top of his red haired head. Unlike Vicky, Carol was a joy to be around.

Bella enjoyed Carol's company a lot actually. She saw him as a little boy trapped in a grown ups body. That's why the two got along so well. Carol was her right hand man when it came to the things she'd pull in the parlor. He was her very first friend. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement to Carol's statement and filed out of the back room and onto their dull jobs none of them even the least bit excited. Bella stayed behind putting on her pink roller blades that had wheels that were whiter than snow.

Balancing herself she bladed over to the employee hangers and took off her apron that wore her name tag as well. Bella hated wearing the apron it made her feel old. She wore an agonized expression as she tied the apron around her waste. Using her trusty leather jacket as the finishing touch to her uniform. Her poodle skirt was nice and flowy and her hair was secured in a tight pony tail held by a signature pink scrunchy.

It would be proper to say that Bella went to work and waitressed every table orderly and polite but then Bella wouldn't be Bella. She being herself that is bladed her way past employees and dodging customers. People stared after her annoyed and angry. It was nothing new to the employees. She saw her job as an obstacle, a game. Her target? Table two. Elders would see her actions as foolish and childish, or at least thats what her parents always told her. Bella begs to differ.

"Hi what can I get you youngsters?" she greeted to a booth full of elderly women wearing big fur coats and purses overflown with knitting equipment. Bella could smell their ancient perfume radiating off of them. But she resisted the urge to hold her nose and smiled. "We would like four cups of your finest tea" spoke the lady who wore the white fur coat. She sounded like her nose was stuck high up in the air, looked like it too. Finest tea? Bella questioned to herself. The thing that confused her the most was that they didn't sell tea or at least she never delivered tea before. "How about coffee?" Bella replied brashly. "No tea would be good" said another lady who had a rather ugly hat that looked like it was fruit basket resting upon her head. Ignoring the comment made Bella asked "would you like that regular or decaf?" By now the elders were annoyed but kept their cool while Bella tried not to laugh. "I believe we said we would like some tea" exclaimed a rather large women of the four. Bella rolled her eyes and put on a false smile. Resting her shoulders she started scribbling on her notepad. "Decaf it is" she said turning around and blading to the kitchen.

She could feel their stares burning through her back and she couldn't help but to laugh once rolling through the kitchen doors. Her stomach growled when the scent of scrambled eggs hit her nose but she was too busy laughing up a storm to notice. You would think the cooks would look at Bella strangely but you see the cooks were so use to Bella's behavior that they thought nothing of it. "What would it be this time?" Asked Jim the head cook of the kitchen, he was a built man but his heart was bigger than his muscles. "Four decaf coffees" Bella stated once collecting herself back together. Jim gave her a stern look. "Is that what they really want?" He asked firmly.

Bella looked down and started twiddling her thumbs, she always did that when she was nervous "well" she dragged out. Carol started snickering in the corner while Jim gave Bella a disapproved look. Bella looked over at Carol and smiled. She couldn't help her knack for trouble. It was an urge she had to fulfill. Besides those elders were too easy.

Carol understood that, too bad he was the only one who did. Jim sighed as he toke off his apron and approached Bella. "At least tell me who it was this time." He spoke calmly and followed Bella as she opened the kitchen doors to show Jim witch table. "Right there, table two" she spoke pointing at the both that held the four angered women. Jim didn't say anything so Bella looked up at him. His face was about as red as a tomato and his eyes were bulging out of his head. Bella has never seen Jim so angry before in her life. "Jim is there something wrong?" she stuttered catching her breath.