theme: mullet

(A/N: this takes place during "Death Punchies")

He entered the Coffee Shop; his mind reeling. A scowl was plastered to his face as he slammed the glass door behind him. Of course Mordecai would be here. For dumb Margaret. Typical.

To Rigby's surprise, he didn't see Margaret there. Instead, an unfamiliar face greeted him as he stormed through the diner.

A petite woman with brunette hair was scrubbing down the counter. She bit her lip as soon as she spotted him.

The waitress adjusted her wire-rim glasses, clearing her throat. "Hello, sir. Is there something-"

"Mordecai," Rigby interrupted, his tone cold. "Where's Mordecai?"

"Mordecai?" the girl asked, baffled. "Look, today's my first day here, and I don't kno-"

"I'll ask you one more time."

Rigby lifted his fist up to her face, trying his hardest to be condescending. "And don't think for a second that I'll hesitate to hit a chick," he growled.

Her hands trembled slightly. The woman's frightened expression arose an odd twinge of guilt in Rigby, but he decided to ignore his feelings all together.

"Where's Mordecai?" he spat at her. Her terrified look melted into a half-smile.

"I love your mullet," she commented.

"You... what?! Are you deaf or something?" Rigby squealed, feeling his face grow warm. Who does this chick think she is? She was scared just a second ago..

"And the cut-offs, too. Very retro," the waitress complimented. Rigby took a step back.

He wasn't sure what had rapidly changed the strange girl's attitude, or why she was nice to him. Why doesn't she fear me?! She should fear me!

Rigby masked his confusion with a hard expression. He smoothed back a stray hair of his mullet. "You're wasting my time," he hissed at the woman. Sticking his hands down in the bottoms of his pockets, he strolled out of the Coffee Shop.

Turning around, he spoke to her one last time. "Just.. don't get in my way again. You hear me?"

A couple of seconds following his exit, Margaret appeared behind the counter. She joined up with her co-worker. "Thanks for covering my shift while I was in the bathroom, Eileen."

"Margaret... you'll never guess what just happened!" "What?"

Eileen grinned. "The cutest boy ever just spoke to me."