A/N: based on a prompt i received for businesswoman Satsuki and her new secretary Ryuko

"I'll have a greek salad; no olives. And a glass of water, please."

Ryuko was in awe.

Never in her life had she experienced someone with a rod so unbelievably far up their own ass as the woman currently sitting opposite her.

It didn't seem physically possible for her to sit as straight as she did, and Ryuko's own hunched shoulders gave her the appearance of a Neanderthal when compared to the taller woman, although her personality most likely lined up in the same way, if Ryuko could take a guess. It was hard enough to censor her usual string of profanities, and the woman had yet to speak two words to her.

What was an appropriate conversation topic?

What could she say that wouldn't put her on the receiving end as the same horrified frown she had directed towards the interior decorating of the restaurant?(which Ryuko noted wasn't actually that bad)

"I uh…I like your pantsuit."

'Nicely done Ryuko just compliment her goddamned outfit and look like a creep'

"Thanks, it itches like a fucking bitch though and I…" Satsuki trailed off in horror, suddenly aware of what had just slipped past her lips.

"You've got an awfully foul mouth for such a high-class businesswoman." Ryuko commented with a conceited grin.

"And I like it."

She watched as Satsuki Kiryuin, Vice President of the REVOCS multi-national business conglomerate and economic empire, turned a very mild shade of pink, yet somehow managed to maintain a sullen glare.

"Shut up with the sweet talk, secretary, before I shove my high heel up your ass."

"Woah, on the first date? Comin' on a little strong now, aren't we?"

Satsuki's mouth opened, and then closed, as she thought better of whatever comeback she was planning to throw back at her new employee.

In a matter of seconds, the mood between the two had relaxed greatly, and it seemed to Ryuko that Satsuki's ass-rod had all but disappeared.

"I hate ordering salads." She suddenly remarked sourly to Ryuko.

"Then why do you do it?"

"All part of my image. I'm the 'high-class businesswoman', remember?"

Ryuko nodded in understanding. She too found salads to be physically painful, and it occurred to her that she would hate to watch Satsuki have to suffer through one for her sake.

"Hey, wanna ditch this crap-shack and go order a burger down by the pier?"

"There is nothing I would love more."