"Hey, I just got an idea, Johnny. I know exactly what we're going to do this weekend," he said to his best friend. "There's a new diner opened up down near the old warehouse district. We'll go there."
"Aw, man, they're probably all redneck crackers down there!"
"Yeah, I know, but this'll be fun. We can go down in our limousine. Imagine their little faces when they see a big shiny black limo pulling into the parking lot," Chris laughed. "We'll take some photos with their crappy waitresses and post 'em on Facebook. My dad will bust a nut."
"Haha, oh man. Yeah, why the fuck not." Johnny replied, "See ya tonight, buddy."
Chris was already excited when he put the phone down. At evening Chris arrived when Johny already was there. He decided to joke little bit with Johnny which seated in table. Chris walked toward him with smile and asked in sweet voice with slight hillbilly accent:
"Are you ready to order sir? Oh, wait a moment, are you a sir?"
"Haha, what's with you man? Don't be an ass."
"Ahh, sorry. Well, do you have some wishs for this pretty young girl? hee hee."
"Yeah, maybe. Why you don't show me menu before talking shit."
"Of course." he smiled and walked to the counter to pick menus from there. When he arrived to counter he saw old woman in waitress uniform, standing in the corner of the counter. Woman looked at him like if he was a dogshit.
"What are you want in my cafe rich asshole? This place is for honest people" she said angrily.
"Wow, calm down, granny." he smiled, "I thought you'd like some new customers. This place looks kinda old and rusted. A little fresh air can't do harm."
"How dare you..." she looked really angry "Get the fuck out of my cafe now."
"Stop! I think we started on the wrong side. I just want to have fun with my friend there, take a few photos with the staff, you know, maybe buy you a dinner, and go. How about that?"
"Photos?! What the hell is wrong with you?! You are pretended second ago near table of your friend like a hillbilly or something. I hate that shit!"
"Well..." Chris started try to find an excuse "I am not preten... Well, ok, it was a joke for him, but if you want me to tell honestly, it is because I like country life style." thinking it was funny Chris came up with it as he continued talking "And if it will be possible to me, I would be happy to work here as waitress like you"
"Haah? That is your true desire? You wanna be a waitress here, you little fucker?" she smiled and looked like she thought it was really funny "Well, that will be good, I don't mind that you will have some real work. Heehee." she giggled with herself "Ok, come back to your friend, you are gonna work here as my waitress tonight"
"Ohh... ha ha. Of course" Chris laughed nervously "I'll just... get that menu and bring it to him." He reached over the counter, picked up a menu and began walking back towards Johnny. "Creepy old bitch," he muttered under his breath.
Chris returned to Johnny's table, sat down across from him, and set down a menu in front of him.
"Ohm... what are you doing?" Johnny looked at Chris confused "Why are you seat with me? Why you don't take order?"
"Ehmm..." Chris looked at his friend surprised and then smiled "Well, golly gee, Johnny! I was just yankin' your chain, it was all in good fun. No need to get all serious and such" he looked at the menu, "What'cha havin' for dinner then?"
"Uhh.. What the fuck girl?" Johnny looked at him confused.
"Nahh, stop messin' with..." Chris stopped finally noticed his own voice is higher and country sounding. "... me?" He looked at his own hands, and found them much thinner and delicate. His arms were also skinnier and had less muscles. "... The hell?!" He put his hand over his own mouth.