cam watches the whole scene unfold, oceanic blue eyes intent on the girl and the old man as he takes a sip from his water. obviously, her attempt with words isn’t quite getting the job done, as the guy puts down the money, but remains standing there, looking at her. this is almost too good to pass up, and cam can’t help his ghetto ass if he tried. “hey, sir? did you hear her unclearly? she said you and your stealing arse gotta go,” with each word, the kiwi in him gets stronger, and instead of muttering something else, he slowly, but surely, lifts up his leather jacket, just enough to reveal the gun tucked into his torn up, black jeans. that had to get the job done, because the guy is practically flying out the place in one go, and cam can’t help the laughter that escapes him, the shake of the head and all. “see…” his blue eyes peak her nametag, “ford. it’s wicked that ya earn your money, that you’re fair and all. but sometimes, ya just… can’t earn money the fair way, and that’s the tea for today, ladies,” he wasn’t just speaking to her only, he was speaking to her and the other two waitresses who were sat behind the counter, staring at him with googly eyes, as if he was some damn legend who just walked in this joint. was it the eyes? possibly. the cutest part is the two are laughing, and cam is just reaching into his combat boot, pulling out a stack of money and handing ford a fifty. “i hope this makes your day with potential wankers a bit better. thanks for the water and the fuckin’ entertainment. iconic.”
the first thought that registers through ford’s mind is what the hell & the first emotion coursing through her is immediately anger. more anger. the raven haired femme had seen the peak of the gun and watched the old man run off scared but she immediately found herself a new target for her annoyances. “ look, dude, you may think that was high and mighty of you but i could’ve handled a little old man. “ she’d put her hands on her hips, dark hues shifting over to her co-workers and rolling at their reactions to this man’s behavior. ford hadn’t been annoyed until he’d thought he would take care of her issue for her. while the femme was small and looked every inch a small time waitress who wouldn’t be able to kick a man’s ass if she had to, her daddy had taught her well enough growing up. pressing her tongue to the inner corner of a tooth, she shakes her head at the way he speaks to her. “ hard work is the only way to reap the real rewards in life, whatever it is that you do... if you ain’t workin’ your ass off to earn the money you’re makin’, i wouldn’t see the point. “ she stares at the fifty in his hand as if he’s grown two heads. as if the femme could be bribed or bought, as if she was some pawn for his entertainment. she knew her services were good, but fifty as a tip for water? doubtful. “ that’s way too much for water and your amusement. “ she spoke flatly, not taking the offered money.
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