Warning: Some Language
“He was a nicer guy than I thought,” Death watched McGraw over the lip of his coconut. He was still bright green. “For a furry son of a bitch; I mean seriously did you see that fucking mustache?” he laughed and sipped from the straw.
“Real men have mustaches like that,” Morrigan said. She adjusted the cheerleader’s uniform over her voluptuous breasts. It was black with a red skirt and decals. I had no idea where that was from but didn’t think to ask. Her creamy cleavage made me forget.
I only took a few seconds glance and looked up in her face. A mischievous smile curved from her lips. “Ha, Dave you’re not a real man!” Death cackled.
“I have a dick, therefore I am a man.”
“I didn’t say that you weren’t,” Ellen my waitress frowned down at me.
My face burned in embarrassment. “Oh shit I’m sorry,”
Her own face was almost as scarlet as her hair. “That’s alright. Sorry for the wait, what can I get you?” She pretended not to hear my comment. I could tell it was hard on her.
She's a professional waitress of Amelia's in Ruby Caves. Ellen performs great service by trying to act like she didn't hear it. To see how badly this scene goes, see the rest of it.