Can't Keep My Eyes Off of Him (Part 5/8)
He asked, directing it to their waitress. "sure thing, boss," she said, punching in some numbers and then handing the card back to dylan with a smile.
Skin Deep: Chapter 2
Ren spun and fell, colliding with a passing tauren waitress as he toppled to the ground. as they fell together, ren scrambled desperately, trying to simultaneously protect the waitresses' head and not fall on top of her.
Vaccinate your wife
The waitress replies, "the bitch deserves it. burgers are greasy. she shouldn't order greasy food and complain about it being greasy." putting the burger back together on the plate, the waitress carries it back to the table.
New Opportunities
The waitress reappeared a few moments later with drinks. brun had ordered a coke to keep him awake on the ride home, while dezki had ordered water. the drake thanked the waitress, who disappeared once again.
Little Talks Chapter 3
I turned to the now almost giggling waitress, "he'll have a coffee, and i'm fine with my water." her suppressed giggles turned into a small snort before she responded. "yes sir, right away."
Smells Like Love
The waitress giggled like a bobbysoxer, "comin' right up!" as she sped away dean couldn't help taking in more of the skunk's form.
Red Moon: Chapter 7
The man thanked and tipped the waitress. he looked down at the spoon, it was simple one except that it was silver. instead of using it to mix his tea, he set it aside.
The Hee-Haw Club
Felix looked up to see someone who vaguely reminded him of the waitress. she too, had long donkey ears, but a less human face. her features protruded into a short snout.
Romantic Purrsuits
She knew she still looked good for a woman in her 30's but it still bothered her a bit that she was going to be seen in skimpy waitressing attire by a bunch of strangers.
(Commission) The Biker Gang
waitress, i'll have your fried uncle bob right next to a pile of mrs. clucky's unwanted children!' as if she wouldn't be bothered by that."
Lumberjacked
Instead, the waitress had delivered a long, trench-like dish, filled to the brim with french fries, a thick layer of brown gravy and white cheese poured on top. both of them looked up, questioningly, but the waitress was long gone. "uh, excuse me?"
Around the Track.
The waitress actually squeaked like a mouse as kent answered the door butt naked. “thanks, darling." kent said yet his manner was anything but friendly as he looked down at her.