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Your pals are occupied from the looks of it, so what’s the harm in introducing yourself to another lady, right? It’s only polite! Not to mention you could <span class="mu-i">really</span> go for some chow after all of that dice-rolling…
Sliding into a bar chair <span class="mu-i">just</span> far enough to keep Raj from butting in, you give the chef your best ‘<span class="mu-i">eeeeey</span>’ and smile combo! With extra charm on the side!
“One sec, pal!” the tall girl mutters as she flips six burger patties in rapid succession! Nodding with approval at the crackling meat, she turns around to face you with an amicable grin on her freckled face… one you’re having a hard time focusing on given the rest of the real estate…
“Heyyyy, Pizza Guy!” She remarks, pointing her spatula your way in recognition! “Gotta say, man: that was some flight Moose sent you on earlier!” It’s hard to tell behind her <span class="mu-s">POT VIPER GLASSES,</span> but you’re pretty sure she winked at you! “Great Pizza, too–you guys don’t skimp on the garlic… the sign of <span class="mu-i">TRUE</span> craftsmen, am I right?”
She saw your uh, fight, huh?
“<span class="mu-i">DID</span> I!” The chef laughs as she twirls the spatula, “I’ll tell ya, pal, I was keen on manning the grill by the pool all night, but I’m glad I made it to that speech!” She peers down at you over her shades with an approving smirk. “You guys really spiced it up, y’know? Gee, if that StuCo speech got any livelier I thought a <span class="mu-i">FUNERAL</span> was gonna break out!”
Cackling loudly at her own dumb joke, the girl’s mirth is quickly replaced by acute embarrassment! “Oh my god, I forgot we haven’t met yet!”
Yea, you mumble, we oughta fix that… now!
“Well aloha, buddy!” She smiles as she extends one of her tanned hands out for you to shake! “Name’s <span class="mu-s">VIVIAN,</span> but everyone calls me <span class="mu-s">CHEF</span>--guess it’s easier to say or somethin’.”
Diesel, you reply as you shake her hand! So she’s the one handling the in-house food, huh?
“Eh, it’s what I do!” Chef shrugs with a sheepish grin! “I’ve got, like, a <span class="mu-s">PARTY FLOWCHART</span> tattooed in my brain or something: if I ain’t drinking then I’m cooking! If I’m not cooking, well…”
She pauses to take a hearty swig from the Duo Cup sitting next to her on the counter.
“Sometimes I multitask!”
Before you can ask, a fresh <span class="mu-s">CHEESEBURGER</span> is shoved in front of you on a plate–the meat still crackling and dripping juice onto the still-melting cheese and perfectly-browned grilled onions!
“And don’t even <span class="mu-i">THINK</span> of telling me you’re full!” She chirps! “They say the rest of the party’s gotta be <span class="mu-s">INDOORS</span>--gonna need energy for that final sprint, Diesel!”
And she’s uh, you add as you graciously take the burger into your hands, she’s cool with that?
“Buddy, I’m <span class="mu-i">plastered</span>,” she replies with a singular giggle! “As long as we still have a party it’s fine by me!”
Inspiring.
>CONTD.
