Greaser: Slang, Aswaggering young tough man, especially a member of a street gang.
The teenage girl wiped her hands on her apron, then combed her finger through her hair to get her bangs out of her eyes. They fell right back in to place on her large forehead. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail that swished when she walked. How obnoxious.
Sakura held a carefully balanced tray on her hand as she sashayed over to her assigned table.
She had to focus so she wouldn't let a sneer creep onto her face. Greasers. A whole band of those babbling bunch of baboons. Their raucous laughter and tough appearance scared the other customers away.
"What's with the frown, sweetheart?" A man with tan skin and a plethora of tattoos addressed her.
She must've let her feelings make an appearance on her mild face. Not deigning him with a proper reply, she set the tray down with more force than needed. It was obvious that she held distaste for their lot. "Here's your drinks," she nearly growled, "anything else for you... Gentlemen?" Snickers were heard at her forced politeness.
It took a huge amount of effort to not roll her eyes or place her fists on her hips.
"Yeah, we'll take 6 of the classic burgers, babe." The man who addressed her was pale, with silver hair slicked back onto his skull. He had a lazy, smug look on his face, one that she'd be glad to wipe off. She wouldn't do anything though. They all had similar looks on their stupid faces, as they were used to being top dog.
A redhead near the back of the large booth switched his wooden toothpick to the other side of his mouth. Sakura realized she had been gaping at their brazen manner. The redhead quirked his eyebrow.
Immediately, she turned around with a flush she hoped they missed. A chortle from an unidentified male proved her hopes void. Shuffling away, she happily let her previously annoying bangs hide her eyes.
She clipped the order onto the line, and right away the cook grabbed the order. Another round of loud laughter made her flinch and grip her pen harder, knuckles white. Okay, so maybe she was guy shy. But it wasn't her fault! Only this year, her senior year, had she been transferred to a public school. God knows why. Before this, she had only gone to an all girls' school. How cliche, she knew.
"HARUNO! Get your head out of the clouds! Take this order to your table!"
"More like the only table right now." She muttered under her breath. Taking good care to not stare at their crude manners, she skillfully set down the serving tray once more. Quickly handing out the hot plates of food, she was ready to scurry like a mouse away from the loud, intimidating boys. The worst part was, they knew her from school... Of course, they had no idea who she was specifically by name, and vice versa. Obviously she had heard of this rowdy group, but she was timid.
At least, around boys, especially unfamiliar ones.
Only having one or two friends, Sakura mostly kept to herself. "Do you need anything else?" She put up an annoyed front to hide her nervousness. However, she couldn't hide her shifting from foot to foot, or refusing to meet their eyes. A large man(?) with oddly spiked/slicked hair in a color so black it looked blue, had a grin spread over his face.
A little mouse huh? What a cutie...
He shared a glance over his Coke at his best friend, who had an understanding look in his eyes. She was adorable, and obviously naive if she thought they didn't notice. They had beat people up before for her kind of cheek, but they wouldn't hurt a girl. Especially one who looked so nervous and small. It was all rather funny to them.
Kisame could practically feel the same brainwaves coming off his gang. Time to tease Little Mousey.
"Hey little girl," the lazy redhead spoke for the first time since being here, "there's a pickle on my burger, I don't like pickles and I specifically said no pickles, take it back."
The absolute NERVE of this, this punk! She had never seen such a rude person!
"Some time today, little girl." Her teeth were tightly locked together to keep from saying something nasty. She picked up his dish carefully, the violent urge to smash it on his head was running wild. Her imagination could be very... Mean? She swiftly turned foot, knowing the faster she got away, the better. She took as long of strides as her small body could make. Shoulders stiff, she shoved the plate over to the cook, whispering the redhead's ridiculous problem. Cook let out a snort, but complied.
They were the only customers, and Sakura wanted a good tip. So she would hold her tongue until they were gone. A new, pickle-free burger was out in almost an instant. The pinkette was 99% sure that nobody had made special requests for their meals. Maybe he was only doing it to give her trouble, and she wouldn't put it past them to do something so immature.
Once again making her way back to the table, looking at them again made her almost see red. They thought this was funny! Very nearly shattering the plate and rattling the table, she put his meal down again.
"Something wrong, cutie, yeah?" A blond with long hair pulled halfway up in a sloppy manner trained his one visible eye on her. His eye sparkled with knowing mischief and humor.
Is something wrong?! Is he SERIOUS?!
Her green eyes bugged for a second, before she gave her best pokerface. "No," she stated, a small tremble in her voice from anger. Shoulders tense, she went to go sulk in another area, before one more voice spoke.
"Hey babe, the ice melted in my drink, get me a new one." The other blacked haired one with stress marks on his admittedly handsome face commanded imperiously. It was clear he was used to girls mooning over him.
They were all handsome in their own way, even if one of them reminded her of a shark. She immediately rejected these traitorous thoughts. No, they are not, they couldn't find their behinds with both their hands even if they tried.
She snatched up his drink as he gave her a wink, and her knuckles went white. So close to dumping his watered down drink on his dumb head, she barely contained herself.
Striding away, the greasers couldn't help but look at her pert behind.
"Nice," the chorus was quietly heard around the table, followed by chuckles. All of them had nearly finished their food, but they were eager to enjoy their in-meal entertainment.
After Itachi had finished his drink they would leave.
Their little mouse came bustling over again, the only showing of her anger was in her grip of the cup.
She was careful to put the drink down so she wouldn't spill it. Sakura was ready to rip out her hair, and they still didn't look like they were gonna leave soon. Luckily, she shifted her eyes to the clock, she only had 20 minutes left until closing time.
The pink haired waitress could almost feel their burning stares. God she wished that they'd leave soon. As if hearing her pleas, she heard the shuffling of moving people, and her head whipped around, excited to see that they were finally leaving. Thank the Sweet Lord in heaven. Such a strong feeling of relief stole over her. They left the money for the food on the table, but as she counted, Sakura realized that they hadn't left a tip...
This time, not holding back, she dug her hands into her hair and shrieked her frustration. At the bottom of the stack, she found something that made her want to go break their idiot faces.
There was a series of numbers, obviously a phone number on a dollar bill. On the other side it said: see you tomorrow, little mouse.