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Date Posted: 11:30:54 03/16/02 Sat
Author: Orissa
Subject: Serving...

The dark chocolate-haired nineteen-year-old slid two metal plates of potatoes and beef onto the smooth mahogany table, her bronze eyes peering out from beneath a head of curly tresses reaching to her shoulder blades. A shimmery blue dress with thin straps covered her body, a silky white lace slip peeking out between the slit from above her knees to the floor. Black boots raced up her legs, and she slid two mugs of beer onto the table, spinning the wooden tray on her finger and tuckinging it to her feminine 5'7" frame.

"So, boys, here's the usual, enjoy your meal!" She chuckled cheerfully to the two young brothers in their mid-twenties, both of them smiling and nodding their brown-haired heads to their younger Mexican cousin. "Thanks Orissa!" They both said in unison, digging into their supper.

"Una mas cervesa, por favor, Senorita!" A voice catcalled from across the room, and Orissa whirled slowly, her dress spinning about her tanned legs. Meandering her way to the bar, she got another beer mug from the tender and slid it onto the tray, sidling up to the table occupant who had ordered it, sliding it in front of him. He was obviously in his thirties, and one of her own race-Mexican. She sniffed lightly and turned to leave after collecting his money, but not before he could grab her arm. A growl escaped her throat and she lashed her nails out at his hand, sending him recoiling in anger.

"You watch it you little Masorias. I ain't taking too kindly to your attitude, seniorita. I know you."

The dark-haired man snorted and finished his drink, rising to a towering and intimidating stance. Turning to leave with a dark-eyed glare, he mumbled random phrases as he strolled across the creaking wooden floor, out the half-doors into the bright sunlight.

Orissa sighed.

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