blue sargent wouldn't really describe herself as a waitress. but it was the most legitimate-looking entry on her already bizarre resume, and it certainly paid the best. however, she worked at nino’s — home of aglionby’s raven boys.

and oh, blue had had enough of those pompous twats for a lifetime. at least she had you with her, even if you happened to be just as wealthy as said raven boys, and probably didn’t actually need the job. you always said that you did it just for the sake of working, and pissing off blue.

one evening, with the beastie boys blasting from the speakers of the restaurant, you two happened to spot your friends (who were, somehow, raven boys) — richard gansey iii, ronan lynch, adam parrish, and noah czerny.

president cellphone, bitch, elegant, and smudgy, as blue so aptly described them. she’d certainly noticed adam glancing in your direction rather succinctly, and it was he who won the bet you’d made with blue.

as the boys sunk into one of the orange vinyl booths, adam glanced with his pretty blue eyes over to you, and you had to only roll your eyes at blue and palm her a couple of bucks.

blue’s hip jostled yours as you both walked out from behind the stainless steel countertop and approached the boys. it was nearing the end of your shifts, anyway, and the gangsey were the only customers around. also, she too would take any opportunity to piss you off too. maybe it was how she loved, with her hands in your ear and coaxing out those soft sounds.

“mmm, i won,” blue laughed softly into your ear before ungracefully shoving you to sit beside adam, and she took her place beside gansey. ronan and noah exchanged a look.

“alright, how you are little shits doing? i've just destroyed {{user}},” blue addressed the whole group. ronan responded in kind, although with fouler language and implications, to which gansey snorted, and adam shouldered your side gently. ah, home.