𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : ‘ hey now , come on , let’s not insult people. ’ 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 : julius crabbe ( @dolors )
‘ I wasn’t insulting them. ’ An instant denial. One that she doesn’t even believe, because Andie knows herself and she knows, deep down, Julius knows her too. There isn’t a chance in hell she can pretend to be someone she isn’t in front of such an old flame / friend. Shoulders deflate, a silent admission of guilt that’s put into words mere seconds later. ‘ Okay, fine. Maybe I was insulting them a little, but c’mon. Cut me some slack. ’ Hand reaches for the bowl of fries she’s stolen them from the White Wyvern’s kitchen ( surely table 9 are too MERRY to remember ordering them ), happily scooping a couple into the also - stolen sauce. ‘ I listened to this customer complain about his life for a solid thirty minutes, Jules. I know his wife’s name. His children’s names. You really don’t think that’s deserving of a tip? ’ She doesn’t ask for much — just a little appreciation. A bit of acknowledgement for her time. Apparently the bar’s regular customers believed otherwise. ‘ When I ask someone if they’ve had a rough day, I expect a galleon or two in return. That’s all. That’s supposed to be the rules. Basic baretending etiquette. ’
