July, 2015, The Café 80's, Hill Valley. All the tedium of waitressing and irritation of dealing with obnoxious customers, with the added embarrassment of cleaning up tables dressed as Madonna in her Material Girl Era.
"Welcome to the Café 80's, where it's always morning in America – even in the afternoon. May I take your order?" she said in that monotonous voice she reserved especially for asshole customers.
A smile slowly spread across Griff's face, "Do you have any specials today?"
"Tannen, you were in here yesterday-"
"Don't take that tone with me Mcfly, I thought the customer was always right?"
Marlene let out an audible sigh, and glanced over to her supervisor who pantomimed a cheesy grin, reminding her of the Café 80's Customer Relations Code – Grin and Bear It. She sighed and began to recite her sales pitch, verbatim, "At the Café 80's currently featuring a range of hot, hot specials for the whole summer – are you ready for the heatwave?" She tapped her pad with the stylus impatiently.
"Guess that puts you on the menu, Mcfly."
"You're nauseating. If you're not ordering anything, I have other customers to deal with."
"I was just thinking about who I'm asking to prom."
"The answer to a question I never asked."
"And I thought it'd be only fair to give you a shot with the best looking guy in school."
"I'd love to, but your boyfriend looks like the jealous type." Marlene shot a meaningful look at Data and smiled at them both sympathetically. Tannen grabbed her wrist before she could turn to leave.
"When are you gonna get it through your thick skull Mcfly, you're my girl."
Marlene pulled herself free. "Get out, and don't give me that look – I know you don't have the balls to start anything in here without your little gang to back you up, so get out before I call the police."
They glared at each other for a moment, before Tannen began to get up with deliberate slowness like a petulant child. Standing, he cut a more intimidating figure at over 6" tall in comparison to Marlene's 5"5. He put his hand under her chin and hissed in her ear, "Just admit it, Mcfly, we're meant to be." Marlene pulled away violently, knocking over another waitress (dressed as Boy George) and stormed off into the kitchen.
"That's my girl!" Tannen shouted after her.