Mystery Is Her Name

And You Are?...

Atlanta, Georgia. Little River Bar. A somewhat full bar, and a playful sign, 'Eat At Own Risk', "Yo! Rainbow Short!", a rough looking man, with a rasky voice, skritches my name across the bar window, ringing the little bell, trying to get my attention. And no my name isn't Rainbow Short, just cause this shrek looking asshole, see my soft pixie cut with a different color every month doesn't mean shit. Well, I am short, 5'1" to be exact, with my beautiful Light Ember Brown skin, and Brown eyes, with a slight hint of blue, it's a family trait. So is being thick.

I'm a waitress at Little Kirk. And a damn good one at that, never spilted, wasted or dropped, any customer's food or drink. I'm quick with my orders, plus the customers personal request me for parties and specials events. Yeah that probably pisses off some of the other waitress and waiters, well except Deanna.

"Yo, Kassie", and their she sounds, my top partner in crime in this hectic place and best friend and chiefs annoying voice rings out too. "Kassie! Deanna! What the fuck? Get your ass out of your little world and lets go", yelled chief, rude ass. Sigh, this dude here. I turn my head to the clock, "2:30. We still got 2 hrs, Kaz", "You're right. Buzz killer", I said to Deanna playfully bumping her shoulder.

Deana Anderson is my best friend and top waitress, beautiful black mixed girl. Mom's Italian and Dad's African American. Her hair is nothing but curls and puff, with honey ends and her skin is like caramel sweet, eyes are like green as money. Oh did I also mention slim thick as can be, coke bottle figure. C size tits, slim stomach and those thighs, with ass, damn! Like a combo that the man up above can only make.

Deanna amd I been friends since I've worked her, she's the one who trained for this job, she's also the top waitress, well next to me. Yes, the pupil has defiantly surpass the master. Deanna knows the in's and out's of the restaurant business, her peoples we're owners of one before, shit went down and they had to close, but they still got enough green to last them good, so it ain't all bad. Me, on the other hand...what do you call a person, with a bus card? No car? And stuggling in college?...well, I guess a working progress, if you think about it. At least, doing pretty ok, for a what a 23 yr-old can do.

Time Skip, "Finally! I'm outski. Deanna! Let's go girl", I yelled, rushing her out. Look man, I had to. It's Tuesday. I got shit to do. Riverdale is showing tonight, and I have 2 more netflix episodes to catch up on, "Ok. Ok. I'm ready", "Good. Let's go", I grabbed her hand and ran to catch the bus. Hey, I did say no car.

Finally made it, just in time. The bus arrives in front of us, "Hey, girls. You got it?", asked the bus driver, as we walk onto the bus, "Of course, Ms. Lala", I dig throu my backpack, "here you go. One Lemon meringue pie. Nice and fresh", giving her the pie, "Don't be snacking and driving on us, Ms. L", Deanna told her, as we go take a seat. Oh pay? Yeah, we don't do that, at least not with Ms. Lala, she's like are Aunt without the blood relaton. She knew Dee and me since we were in middle school. So free ride for life, suckers!

Once we got to our apartment, "Ah. Home sweet apartment", "I know right", the freak. Who the heck was that, I just whipped around toward the kitchen. Sitting at our counter, in our lovely kitchen, "Oh. S'up babe", giggled Deanna, just walking in the apartment. I just stared, flabbergast at this person eating up my food. I turned to Deanna, "Dee. Who is this? And tell that person that they have 4 secends to stop eatting my cheese biscuits and shrimp pasta", I hissed as I walked away. The mystery person dropped the fork and whipped their hands and mouth, "My apologies, I'll pay you back. Jasper Crawford, by the way", she explained, as she extending her hand, "I'm Deanna's....", "Friend. They're a friend", Deanna exclaimed as she jumped in between both of us.

Note to self, I'm asking Dee what kind of friend is it this time. And if her or her "friend" going to replace my freakin' food. So I'm not going to ever bother with that, "Ok Dee. I'm going to shower. And to Deanna's "friend", as I enforance friend, "Nice meeting you, I guess", and with that I went to my room.