Raven was working the bar, with her friends Bonnie, Klaus and Cedric seated before her. A man about her age, 18, walked in. His name was Matt Carter. He walked to a open seat and sat down, a boyish smile on his face.
"Long time no see, Rave." He commented.
She looked at him and grinned, "time flies." She winked.
"Oh that was eggscalent, but what could I expect from a songbird."
"That was hawkward."
"Did I ruffle your feathers?"
No, but it was hard to swallow."
"You don't look too pheasant."
"Don't thrush about winning this round. Haven't you heard? Don't count your eggs before they hatch."
"Well I am not one to chicken out,"
"Your gonna crow about it to your flock later?"
"Birds of a feather stick together I guess."
"...damn you and your puns..."
"Well, since I won, want to go see that bird documentary with me?"
"Sure" she replied, and her watch beeped, signaling her shift was over.
The End
