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[color=fee46b][sub]Place: Momma May's Cafe & Bar, 1 p.m.
Interactions: [@SamaraJayne96], open for new interactions[/sub] [/color][/center][hr]

Becca didn't have much time taking in the tortured man beside her before the statuesquely beautiful woman from earlier piped up again, stealing his attention. Becca's eyebrows rose in surprise and mild amusement as the energetic beauty was gently ushered to the side by the man. Did they know each other? If so, that was such a strange little coincidence. They certainly had very contrasting personalities: the man seemed rather reserved and the woman was much more Becca's level of... energetic? Was that the right word?
Becca smiled to herself, turning back to the waitress who was looking at her expectingly.

[color=fee46b]"Yes! So that'd be a lemonade for me and a sweet tea for that gentleman over there,"[/color] Becca concluded with a sunny smile, nodding towards the corner where the man was currently, talking to his friend in hushed tones. The petite brunette took a second glance at the menu hanging above the bar. [color=fee46b]"Since I'm in the mood, throw in a strawberry milkshake too. For me,"[/color] Becca added. The waitress didn't seem to be all that impressed by Becca's sunny smile, she just nodded and got to work, preparing the drinks ordered. It didn't seem she was particularly enthusiastic about her job, or maybe she was just not fond of talkative strangers who interrupted their gossip sessions with co-workers.

While waiting Becca let her eyes scan over the café, taking in all the customers and the general atmosphere. This kind of reminded Becca of the diner she worked in, except this was much more sun faded and remote, for the lack of better words. The brunette tapped her finely manicured fingers against the counter until the small taps turned into a rhythm of sorts. And when there was a rhythm, there ought to be music too.
Becca began humming to herself, head gently bopping along the melody. Music had always been her escape, be it boredom or unwanted situations.

After some time, the waitress returned with all of Becca's orders. The brunette beamed and handed the waitress a fifty dollar bill. In the spur of the moment, Becca made a decision.
[color=fee46b]"You know what? Keep the change,"[/color] Becca declared, smiling innocently when the waitress' eyes widened comically. The bill she'd given her was [i]entirely[/i] too much for what Becca had ordered. It was a fifty dollar bill for an order that cost maximum of five dollars, leaving an astronomical tip. The waitress looked as if she was about to protest, but when their eyes met and the waitress saw the full sincerity in Becca's, she seemed to think better of it. Mumbling a dumbfounded 'thank you', the waitress, went back to doing her job. It was clear that now the waitress thought Becca was out of her mind, a sentiment which wasn't [i]compeletely[/i] untrue given the brunette's careless nature.
Becca closed her wallet full of cash, returning it to her satchel. She had a lot of money - one fifty dollar bill wouldn't make a dent either way. That, and Becca had always been a bit generous (or careless) with her money, especially when it wasn't exactly her own. Vince wouldn't miss it, the Brunette reasoned. He had a lot of money himself, and besides... he kind of owed Becca for saving his ass that one time. So really, this wasn't a big deal. It was totally worth it for seeing that waitress' face of disbelief.

Becca motioned the staff to take the sweet tea to the man, not really expecting him to come back anyway. It wasn't like she'd done some big favour to him, Becca did this sort of thing a lot when she had money from which to spend.
Taking a big sip of her strawberry milkshake, Becca crossed her legs on the bar stool she was sitting on. She'd have to ask someone for the location of a gas station, but first Becca just wanted to enjoy her cold refreshments. Becca began humming to herself once more, eyes wandering around the café, straw between her lips.