You were a waitress at a new diner outside of Beach City, taking orders from customers, and giving them to the cooks was practically your best job. And it payed the bills in your new small house in Beach City itself. But today however, things were about to change forever.
Just another day at Pete's diner, and another paycheck in the works.
You were just about to pull your phone out of your apron, until you saw a red midget walk in with an angry look on her face. So being a good waitress, you greeted her with a smile on your face. "Hello, and welcome to Pete's diner. My name is Anon, can I take your order?"
"Got anything to help with my fucking anger?!" She said with fury in her eyes as she stared at you with what you assumed to be the rage of a soldier who's been insulted.
"Yes ma'am, a ramen noodle soup. Will you like it with or without the jalapenos?" You asked as calmly as you could to the red ruffian of a midget woman.
Damn, she's even more intense then that purple puma chick I've seen on TV. And she's starting to scare me. Keep calm Anon, and just try not to piss her off more.
"With them, I feel like having a damn spicy soup!" She aggressively replied, before smacking the table with her bare fist, somehow making it crack after impact.
Holy shit! She's terrifying! She reminds me of that one brawler movie Blue road, minus the happy ending!
"Good choice ma'am, name please?" You said as you pulled out your trusty notepad and pen, before writing down the red girl's order.
"Ruby." She said, looking at you in the eyes before handing you a $10 bill. Which was twice the amount of the soup she just ordered.
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the wife scenarios
Fanfictionthis is a collection of stories that allow you to marry and have kids with your favorite female characters, and yes... Requests are allowed, there are also lemon and smut involved.
