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Her fingers continuously pulled down at the shorts every time they rode up, making Farah feel like she was at a Halloween party with an uncomfortable costume instead of her job. The outfit certainly [I]looked[/I] cute--a pair of high waist black overalls and a button down white shirt--but it felt tight on her barely-there hips and the shirt felt stuffy. The outside heat didn't help, her torso feeling like she was in a sauna. Her creative liberties helped a little when she decided to roll up the sleeves and unbutton the shirt down to be able to breathe better, and once she was ready for the horde her focus was more on the bar than what she was wearing.

Running a hand through her ponytail, Farah perked up as she saw one of the students approaching. Okay, customer service smile on. Tall, blonde, and blue eyed, probably looking to relax a little before the party actually started. He didn't take long to look at the menu.[color=679439]“How many of these drinks can I order at the same time without you hating me?”[/color] He asked her, giving her a direct look into a pair of eyes that felt like they were looking right through her. It was slightly jarring; she was used to serving people, but maybe it was because he was probably more around her age that it threw her off guard.

His question was funny, though she didn't get a chance to properly respond before a second student would make a comment. She was cute, carefree, and her sunhat was adorable. [color=C8CEDE]"How many do you think it'll take before she pretends to be impressed?"[/color] Five, usually; that's when most people lose their cognition and start looking for validation. Farah nodded in acknowledgement, putting herself to work. Right, it wasn't a good idea to get distracted right off the bat. She mentally thanked the girl for reminding her of that. The order for a gin fizz kept Farah in motion, nodding once again as she put herself to work on it. At least they were easy. She wouldn't mind a casual day.

[color=6bbbc5]”Theo!”[/color] The call of the name followed by the entrance gave her a name to match a face, at least. This bundle of enthusiasm would jump over, taking the seat next to his friend. Farah took advantage of the moment to look him over as well, quietly pleased with what she saw until she was acknowledged. [color=6bbbc5]”One whiskey sour, please.”[/color] 

The last but not least was quieter; Farah nearly missed his arrival, but she offered a polite smile nonetheless. She almost did a double take, wondering if it was happenstance or if it was intentional that he was cute, too. Jesus, this school was filled with hot guys. No wonder Miss Ashford was throwing this wild get together, it was a jungle of hot, single guys. Hopefully single, anyway. "[color=f26522]Water, if you don't mind.[/color]" He said to her, offering her an awkward smile. "[color=f26522]Thank you.[/color]"

Finishing up with the initial gin fizz, she plucked one of the tiny paper carnations from the stack, topping off the drink. She always thought the drink decorations were a bit much, but as everyone who worked around here said, Rachel's orders--and she wasn't about to get in trouble over a damn paper flower. [color=98FB98]"Sure thing. One gin fizz,"[/color] She replied, placing the girl's drink on a coaster in front of her. [color=98FB98]One whiskey sour,"[/color] Placing a cherry on top, she littered it with several little dots of flavor before placing it in front of the guy. [color=98FB98]"And one ice cold water."[/color] As if not to let him feel left out (even though she was convinced no one would throw a fit over their [i]water[/i] not being decorated] she took a small carnation flower and laid it carefully on the ice.  

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