"So, that's one Piña Colada, a Highball, Gin and Tonic, and a virgin Shirley Temple. Is that right?"
The customers nodded.
"Alright, I'll get right on that." Yang nodded, and got to work, getting the supplies and ingredients for the drinks that were ordered. Tifa told her that if a group of people were all ordering alcoholic drinks, then the one person who didn't was likely the designated driver and that their drink should be free if it wasn't on the specialty menu. Otherwise, it was half off.
As she got back to the table, she walked over to the next table, took out her pad and pencil, and asked the ever-persistent question, "Hello, welcome to Seventh Heaven, my name is Yang. May I take your order?"
The man looked down at his menu then looked up. After a while, he came up with his answer, "Yes, could I get a Strawberry Sunrise, no ice?"
Yang's eyes widened. Tifa wasn't present because of an machinima job, and while Yang had practically memorized the recipe by heart, both the smoothie and alcoholic version, she could never bring herself to make one of her own. While that was mostly because she couldn't get any creme de fraises, it was also because her skills to be pathetic compared to Tifa.
"Uh, c-c-can you order something else?" She asked nervously.
"Are you deaf?" Yang shook her head at the curt response, "Good! Then Strawberry Sunrise! No ice!" He demanded.
Sigh, "Yes sir. Would you like one of those little umbrellas as well?" She asked, rather resigned.
The man calmed down significantly, "Actually, now that you mention it, yes. I would enjoy one of those little decorative umbrellas to accompany my drink."
Yang flinched. She wasn't sure what made her ask that, and she was immediately regretting it.
She returned to the mixing table, getting the creme de fraises, the orange juice, and the grenadine. She proceeded to measure out the proper measurements: Two ounces of creme de fraises, four ounces of OJ, and half an ounce of grenadine. She placed a slice of Strawberry and an orange wedge on the side of the glass. She finalized it by gingerly placing the decorative umbrella between the two fruit slices.
She nervously brought it back to the man, and ran off. Eager to avoid the inevitable bashings of creating a poor sunrise.
The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, though she did make a killing in tips. Even got into a bar brawl with some dunderhead fan of hers that was stupid enough to call Tifa a 'dumb slut' too. Damn, that was cathartic.
Nearby closing time and Tifa returned. Unfortunately, the man who ordered the sunrise was still there. Yang had retired to her guest room, as Tifa handled the little mess that was remaining after she ushered the blonde back to her room.
"Excuse me miss Lockhart," Tifa looked up to see a man that she wasn't too fond of. Yang had eyed the man with much suspicion and worry, and Tifa had figured that the guy had done something to discomfort her.
"Yes, what do you want?" She asked with a small hint of venom in her voice. She didn't appreciate people harassing Yang, and if this man gave her a hard time and didn't get punched, he was definitely something intimidating.
"Your blonde friend," He tapped his glass as he put it down, "Tell her that I like them, and that I'm putting special mention in my newspaper article." Tifa's eyes widened as he also placed down a large amount of money on the bill. Next to it was the tip- 25% of the bill. "Tell her 'thanks' for me, okay?"
AN: I kinda wanted to do this after chapter 3. But the fan that insulted Tifa will not have a chapter as it would pretty much go like this:
Anti-Tifa fan: Tifa's a slut.
Yang: Don't talk about her like that! (Falcon Punch)
Anti-Tifa fan: Looks like I'm blasting off again! (Twinkle)
Disclaimer: I own a RWBY shirt, but I don't own a copy of Final Fantasy VII, unfortunately. I kinda want to play it, but I don't own a Playstation to begin with.
Any ideas you have will be welcome! Thanks for reading.