"It's fine" She said giggling."It's my reward for such a great cake." She smiled again then turned around." So it's a promise? I can't wait." She did a slight hop then cheerfully walked towards the exit.

Lauren was unsure why the man would give just away over forty dollars like that. He must seriously have been in some major bind if that didn't bother him. Maybe he was very rich and could just afford to throw money around like that. She sighed, looking at the change she just made out of the fifty. He never said it was a tip, did he? He just said to keep the change. Her thoughts were interrupted briefly by the conflict breaking out between some of the guys, but as Dale seemed to have the situation under control, she went back to wondering about the money. She decided to write down the amount of it on her notepad along with the word "Tip?" before tearing out one of the sheets and placing it in her apron, watching the blonde girl that had ordered the cake walk towards the cafe's doors.

'I'll just ask Dale or the manager later about it. Right now, that's not my money... though it would be really nice if it was.' She then decided to put the money back into the register. It was still very early in the morning, and so much had happened already. Even if it was a one-off thing, it was definitely a difference from what she was used to while working here.

Bryan took a sip of his newly added Fountain Pop. He thought about giving a sigh of dissatisfaction, to annoy the man who called him "shrimp." But decided against it. I've been here for ages... why did it take so long to order a soft drink? Should I just go sit down? It's probably easier, no, it is easier. Bryan decided to go to a sit in the corner. It was quite clean, and perfect for his position. But then, there was a cleaner table. Bryan bit his nail. If I was someone else, I would notice how this is not really a big deal... but, I'll just... sit down, against the wall, because I can't decide! Bryan went to sit against the wall. Wait, that's a stupid idea. Bryan ended up slapping himself and sitting at a random table.

Dale continued to fake-clean the counter long after Tina had left, with a sort of 'what the hell' expression that he couldn't seem to shake off. After a while he worked up the nerve to do something that he wasn't used to doing. With no one coming in ordering since the morning rush, he grab himself some lunch- a ham sandwiched with tomatoes and pickles and a cream soda- and walked over to the table where Bryan had just flopped down. He hated himself for it, but he was trying to think of what Conner would do; Conner, who seemed to be able to let the most contentious of issues roll off his back, who could make anyone feel comfortable just by talking to them in a soothing voice. It didn't matter how Dale said something though, it just always seemed to come out socially inept.

"Uhm, hey. I'm sorry about that thing before...? Can I join you, or am I cruising for a bruising?" He laughed awkwardly.

Bryan laughed."It's okay, if I tried to bruise someone may hand would probably implode after flying back into my face, so, yeah, apology accepted." Bryan took another sip of his drink. So, I should remember to ask for a type of soft drink next time. What brand is this? Huh,

Lauren turned her attention from Bryan and Dale to Vindle, who still seemed to be making up his mind as to what he wanted to order. She'd seen him every now and then, buying something that he'd always said he was for his sister and not for himself. Normally, he'd just be in and out, but this was the first time he'd stayed around for this long.

"Hey. Now that everything's settled down, mind if I recommend something to you? There are some really good sugar cookies that I just took out of the oven before we opened. They're still really warm." She spoke to him, hoping she could guess at his preferences.

"Haha, yup, I know someone just like that. He could still knock you out if he wanted, though." Dale tried to think of a way to get his point across without flat-out saying that his little brother had psychic powers. He stretched out a bit, putting his arms over the back of the booth. "So er, what brings you to the cafe on this fine day? I ain't never seen any of these people hanging around before today. Funny how that works, huh?"

"Yeah, I had to come here because I had a craving for a drink and it would be a lot easier to come here then go back to my home world to grab a Pepsi." Bryan took another sip of his drink."Now, that would probably be easier if you look at my current situation... But whatever,"

Dale sat with his mouth hanging open in confusion for a few seconds. "Uhhhhh...home world? Wait what?" He'd dealt with a lot of weird shit- heck, he was weird shit- but he was almost hoping he'd just misheard what Bryan had said or that he was crazy.

"I'm not an alien! It's what I call home!" Bryan slapped himself with laughter. "Good god..." No one else calls their home their homeworld? I am losing faith!

"Oh, of course." Dale laughed nervously, echoing Bryan. He honestly would have been less surprised had the boy turned out to be an alien. Maybe he was just crazy after all, but he decided to keep the conversation normal anyways. "Yeah, well, I know what it's like to live on an alien planet sometimes. Stuff was crazy enough when it was just me and my older brother taking care of our little bro, but then my mom started dating again and now we have to look after her boyfriend's kid all the time too. He practically lives with us. Anything that happens here has got to be easier then that."

Bryan managed to stop choking up his lungs with laughter."As far as I see it, if your mums happy, then you should be too... Unless you're being slapped, and attacked, and stabbed, and shot, and.... Multiple other things."

Charles picked up his case and walked to the table, laying his hands down "evening gents, pipsqueak" he smiled "so what are your names then gents" he put the brief case beside him.

"That should have been gent,pipsqueak.... So, what do you want?"

"just a name to the face. is that so much to ask?" he had his hands up in a mocking fasion and his voiced matched it "now lets all be men here. i know that's hard for you"

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"just a name to the face. is that so much to ask?" he had his hands up in a mocking fasion and his voiced matched it "now lets all be men here. i know that's hard for you"

"Or... You could... Oh, I know this would be painstakingly difficult, not bother people who haven't done anything to you?" What is this guys problem?

"fine ill start." he put his hand in he suit pocket "im doctor Richardson, doctorate in history. working at the school as head of my department. you?"

"Mr Manson the magical clown man, I was born to a family of wolves." Lets see how much irritation we can get out of him,,,

"ha... ha... ha. i am dieing of laughter." he grabbed a fork and spun it around "now your real name, i wont hurt you"

"You're a teacher... You can't hurt a student." Bryan looked at him with a look of "Are you stumped yet?"

((I understand he hates people but tone it down, he's not allowed to hurt them.))