Louise was in a rather good mood these days. Her popularity continued to grow, her name became known to everyone, whether for good but especially for bad, whether it was because... Rather thanks to her matches or her brawls. She didn't have a perfect career though, she was far from being undefeated and invincible but that was what being a wrestler was all about, becoming stronger to take revenge and continue to dominate!
This time, she preferred to walk far from LAW. She had been living in Japan for a while now and decided to check out the bars in her neighborhood, just to find the perfect place for a potential date or just to relax outside of her home. She found a rather average and modern establishment called Gart's pub, she decided to go in without wasting time and sit at a table alone.
She quickly looked at the menu... Food and several drinks, each as varied as the next, were on offer... But as a Frenchwoman, Louise had to try the most important thing in a bar, its alcohol! She quickly looked at all the alcohol available and sighed as she lost herself in front of so many choices, Louise's brain was not made to think so much! She placed the menu on the table and used her voice to call for a waiter.
"Hey waiter ! I have my order ! I want a beer, the best you have ! Hurry, hurry !!" Louise
It was a good night for Gart's pub! Crowds of people came in to browse, others for the exotic drinks and many for the promise of meeting and mingling with those girls from the eponymous LAW stable.
In addition, there was a rumour and suspicion that other LAW fighters might be present as civilians seeking a non-Japanese experience. But they did not hear it from the narrator.
Gael had inadvertently made a very powerful magnet to attract die-hard wrestling fans in just 2 months while the other plans were being made. And apparently everyone was enjoying it. The export of the drinks and elixirs from the mother shop here were doing very well.
However, not everyone was so good with this idea.
Raechel was constantly cleaning glasses, glasses, jugs; pouring drinks and juggling glasses to make that extra quota of special drinks count.
She made pyramids with the glasses, stirred alcohol, slid each drink and even had to improvise very specific odd requests from customers just to be gentle with them, specifically for today's policies. Bloody Friday. All of this simultaneously and without making a mistake. This was her talent and her hobby.
Delighting each customer with her mastery was the main thing in the pub (as always, the show has to match the quality). But she would have preferred to be somewhere else.
"Tdah!... Next round!" Inside she would be grumbling.
When at last this round of requests weakened and Vin could take a break, she didn't have one - she had to change the empty bottles, fulfil orders brought by the waitresses, keep cleaning the dishes and instruments on the bar and, to top it all, she had to put up with ViVi and Gabriel, who were sitting at opposite corners of the bar. Well away from each other, but with Vin in the middle having to watch their faces.
You'd suspect they'd get on well, but no, the principles underlined in their personalities clashed as much as their styles and preferences.
The biggest problem for Vin was that, she's more about throwing punches and catering to the crowd by throwing them out of the ring in those fun night tournaments that are held to get the wacky fans interacting with certain female wrestlers.
That's why she hates it when the pub is short-staffed. They must fill in for the missing roles and yes, she gets it, but if some can afford to stay in the ring one night to star in the matches, why can't she do that too if she's so good at it?
But Vin had already done it last month, and today it was her turn to help the pub with her talents as a flairer, and when that happens that's when the customers show up the most. Gael noticed.
And it's flattering, but if she could just get that Pinkette and blonde out of her sight she could be less bitter. serving them was stabbing her pride.
ViVi was really enjoying calling Vin, asking for another drink while getting the weak-minded to tell her about the thousand and one talents she hadโor that they thought Viviane had, according to Vinโand how they were waiting to see her next match, and-
Some of her shot spilled onto the bar. "Oops, I spilled some...wipe it up, please." How much condescension and cynicism can there be in a few words?
Gabriel on the other hand, was doing nothing, just had her green eyes on her mobile, reading her Reddit gossip and digital novels and with a rather harmless drink that had been with her for over 1.5 hours now. Even the ice melted in her jug. In the meantime, someone occasionally asked her for a photo.
The first queen would only respond by giving them a sideways glance before giving them a smile or a nod in confirmation.
Those were the only occasions when Gabriel would make a cute gesture in front of a camera that didn't involve her friend, her girlfriend or a beaten opponent; but they're just photos, these are fans and they haven't asked for anything impossible.
But she was quick to dispatch each photo, polite as far as it went because there was no reason to be rude to anyone, but quick to dive into her own business; while she didn't hate anyone, she didn't let them over-approach her on her time. Mind you, she also didn't let them bother her that much with fan questions or complex requests like going out dancing or anything else. And her aura was pretty clear about that.
This was what irritated Vin the most, these two bitches seemed like everyone needed them, they had their day off and she was in the middle of it, putting up with them. ViVi had earned a kick from Vin, Gabriel hadn't done anything, but she disliked her all the same for everything she earned just by being her.
And now, someone else had arrived asking for the best beer.
She wasn't being explicitly rude, but this someone's voice was irritating, like idols. And she was busy cleaning the instruments, in a bad mood, and she had other orders piling up, from other tables and ahead of this last customer, so...
She opened a bottle of beer, poured it into a large mug, and poured it in front of the newcomer.
"Here." That was all she said before going on about her business.
The atmosphere was rather hectic in this bar, there were a lot of customers but not many servers... Were they understaffed? Perhaps this mattered little to the French woman who was only looking to have the best experience. She felt like an exceptional customer, the kind of customer who had to be very attentive and had to have everything she asked for as quickly and as presentably as possible. She must have felt like a rich person in a Michelin-starred restaurant!
But her dreams were suddenly shattered when the waitress slammed her glass against her table while speaking to her coldly. It was an unpleasant attitude and Louise hated it, she didn't leave France to feel like she was in a crappy bar in Paris! Obviously, the French girl frowned and got angry in return by calling the waitress again before she went too far.
โEH, BITCH !โ
Louise paused a little, waiting for the waitress to turn back to her so she could continue talking and playing with her nerves.
"Are you new in this job or you're just useless ?! You just spilled a few drops of beer when you slammed my cup against the table. I want a new cup now, and faster than that, you incapable bitch."
The downside of being understaffed was that, on very rare occasions, the bartender had to act as a waiter. Either that or Vin was impatient.
As soon as she brought her pitcher to the new customer, she didn't so much as wish her well and just turned her back to leave in the most anti-serving manner she could. But apparently she wasn't clear enough.
The new whiny mouth called her again in the worst way available in her repertoire of insults: Bitch. The brunette turned slowly with an arched eyebrow. She wasn't buying it, did that ass really have the nerve to call her that? Doesn't that tasteless woman know who she is or what she does for a living? Oh, but Raechel hopes that โbitchโ she referred to isn't herself or she's going to soil her uniform today.
"Yeah?" After opening the door to requests, she listened to the overbearing tirade French had in store for her poor service and a drop of beer that landed on her ugly attire among other unwarranted complaints for Vin.
The brunette bartender was hearing her own blood boil.
"You're right, give me a moment to fix it," She exclaimed in a slightly hostile tone, taking the decanter and walking ten paces awayโthe woman drinker should be able to see her very clearly, Vin didn't even make it to the barโbefore turning around and returning to the rude one, carrying the same decanter, the same alcohol, and the same temper.
"Heeeere." She leaned into the broad-shouldered woman's face as she planted the decanter on her table in the same manner.
If that was all Vin assumed she had to do to solve her problem, then she would return to her bar to continue serving customers.
"Hmp! Frenchie..." She Whispered.
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Louise's words were harsh and harsh but despite this, the waitress obeyed and left to bring back a new cup of beer for the French woman. Everything seemed perfect, Louise even found her smile again when she found the quality of the staff to be top notch... If only Vin hadn't made the same mistake as the first time. Her second glass is slammed against the table again and causes her to lose a few drops of alcohol.
This time it was too much. The first time was already too many! Why did she have to run into the worst waitress in this bar?! But it's not very serious because Louise excelled in the art of making people learn new lessons and she intended to teach Vin two or three things to teach her how to better serve people and keep her cool.
"This is not how..."
She got up, taking advantage of the fact that the waitress had her back to her to grab her by the hips to lift her up and execute a powerful suplex that pinned Vin's back against the table where Louise was. The table didn't break but the two glasses of beer were shaken, enough for a few drops to spill, again.
