"I hope he didn't die," Kassidy told Remus the next afternoon as she explained what happened the previous night while taking his order.
"Kassidy I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said," Remus teased folding his menu shut.
"Yeah well, only because I won't have anyone to make fun of anymore,"
"And because you're a good person, deep down,"
Kassidy raised her eyebrow. "Uh huh,"
"Deep, deep, deep down," Remus assured with a grin.
Kassidy didn't look convinced as she took away his menu. "We'll see about that,"
Remus sat back and waited for his food to come. He still couldn't believe that Kassidy was a waitress and a really bad one at that, he'd never seen anyone fumble and drop as many plates and screw up orders like she did.
But she'd had her job since last summer and the owners didn't look like they were going to fire her anytime soon.
He stared at the elderly man behind the counter as he took Kassidy's order form. Kassidy had said he was the owner, Franz Hanns. Apparently he and his wife had taken a special interest in Kassidy, making up for crappy tips and always offering to take her places.
Fortunately for Kassidy, tip shortages were rarely an issue. Remus did notice how since he'd been there she'd made over 18 pounds in tips, and it wasn't even that busy.
'Her wardrobe probably has something to do with that,' He thought ruefully as he noticed she was bending over a nearby table passing out drinks, showing off more skin than she should.
Kassidy caught his eye and stuck her tongue out at him. He was so jealous.
"Kassidy take your ten minute break already!" Someone called from the kitchen.
Kassidy grinned as she jaunted up to Remus's table setting her tray down on an empty table. "Don't judge me, I have to make money somehow and this whole, I'm a poor little cute American girl wont get me anywhere."
"So I'm guessing the words pride, dignity and modesty have no meaning to you?" Remus asked with a grin.
"If you got it, flaunt it," Kassidy disagreed before sitting on his lap. "Besides, I only give up the goods to you," She said teasingly poking his nose.
Remus blushed and looked down making Kassidy laugh. "You're so freaking cute," She said getting off his lap and sitting in the chair next to him.
Remus shrugged. She was always nice to him.
Kassidy glanced up at the door as the bell rang and immediately ducked under the table.
"Kassidy what-" Remus asked looking under the table curiously.
"SHH!" Kassidy insisted smacking his leg.
Remus looked over at the door to see the Potters and laughed, of all the restaurants in London they came to this one.
"SHUT UP!" Kassidy hissed.
"Hey Remus!" Sirius greeted and the party made their way over to them. "What are you doing here?"
"Eating," Remus replied with a grin as they sat down.
Kassidy pressed herself up against Remus as five pairs of legs set themselves under the table.
"You alright James?" Remus asked with a grin noting how pale he was.
James shot his friend a look.
"Where's our waitress?" Mr. Potter asked looking around.
"Oi Kassidy, breaks over!" Mr. Hans yelled. "Where are you?"
"Here." Kassidy grumbled coming out from under the table on her hands and knees. She didn't want to but she had to.
James's eyes went wide. What was Barlow doing here and under the table?
"Hello, My names Kassidy, I'll be your waitress this afternoon." She said getting up and taking out her pen and pad of paper out of her apron pocket, her face beet red. "What can I get you to drink?"
No one knew what to say.
"I'll have a cola," Sirius said breaking the silence leaning over to check exactly where her legs ended.
Everyone put their orders in and Kassidy went off to get them.
"So, Moony, what was Kassidy doing under the table?" Sirius asked casually but with a wicked grin.
"Sirius," Mrs. Potter said sternly.
Remus blushed at the racy suggestion but couldn't help himself. "Probably the same as what you and Annie Pye do in the broom closet."
"Remus," Mrs. Potter said in a disappointed tone. That Kassidy girl was not a good influence; that much she was sure of.
"Didn't know you could do that under a table," Sirius said scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"Sirius," Mrs. Potter said again. James grimaced at the thought of his friend and Barlow doing anything remotely close to what Sirius did with his girlfriends.
No one said anything until their food came.
"Well, uh, enjoy your meal and don't hesitate to call me if you need anything," Kassidy turned to walk off but James stopped her.
"Actually Barlow I seemed to have dropped my napkin, could you pick it up for me?"
Kassidy glared him but bent down, much to the delight of Sirius.
"Your napkin sir," She said with clenched teeth. "Pervert," She whispered to Sirius.
"Just enjoying the view that's all," He replied with a wickedly.
"Jerk," she muttered as she walked over to wipe off a table. She didn't regret putting the laxatives in his food one bit.