Fresh took a quick shower in the locker room before he went to work. Hot want dripped from his body as he turned off the water, the steam cooling down and fading into the surrounding air.

Drying himself with a soft white towel, Fresh stepped out so he could put his uniform on without getting his pants wet. The locker room was empty, luckily. He pulled his black pants up, grabbing the shirt. Putting the open button up, Fresh dried his pink hair with the towel. His eyes flickered to the sunglasses sitting on a nearby low locker wall. They were their usual 'YOLO' as they never reacted unless he wore them. Extending his arm, he grabbed them by one of their temples before putting them on, the bridge rested on his nose.

Fresh pulled on his socks, hobbling on each foot before both were put on. He buttoned up his shirt, brushing it down to make the rainbow lines straighter. He popped his collar up before sliding his feet into his skates, tying them up. He grabbed his draw-string bag, pulling it close and swung it onto his shoulder, his arm going through the gap between the four strings and the bag itself.

He skated around the school halls to get completely used to it so he could work comfortably and to make his way out. He turned, slamming into the door and pushing it open with his back. He had gotten used to this, as he did it every time he had a shift after practice. Sometimes, PJ would see slight bruises and freak out. Fresh let out a small "Heh" as he skated onto the sidewalk. It was so cute when PJ got worried. He would nag and nag and nag and he would do anything to get Fresh to let him take care of him. It was the probably one of the cutest things about PJ.

The bright lights of Trouble Tracks showed Fresh was in the right place. He pushed the doors open, slowing down at the sudden weight pushing against him. "Newton's law of motion," Fresh mumbled as he made a beeline to the break room to clock in, nearly knocking a lady over in the process.

"Hey Freshy Fresh!" Fran waved, being on break. She was 'studying', but actually reading kinky magazines to see things to wear for KC. Fresh rolled his eyes, chuckling, and clocked in and throwing his bag into his cubby.

"What orders need serving?" He called, rolling into the kitchen. A tray full of orders were shoved into his hands as a rushed explanation of what order went to what table. 

Fresh raced out of the kitchen and started passing out the orders. He was usually never assigned to tables, he was just told to deliver orders when the waiter for those tables are getting busy. They started doing this due to how face he rolled. Sometimes he would even do tricks for the tables with kids.

An eight and six year old boys clapped as Fresh spun before serving them their milkshakes. He skated backwards, giving them a salute before skating normally to continue serving burgers and milkshakes. He served the last two milkshakes to two teen girls, one being twelve and the other being fifteen. He gave them a whistle and finger guns, earning a eye roll from the pre-teen and a hand-fan from the older. He rolled into the kitchen, being given multiple more orders to serve.

Fresh sighed and started to race around. It was really crowded tonight, so he would have to run around a lot.

After taking a minute of mentally preparing himself, Fresh started to race around, serving orders. He slid burgers to people and milkshakes to kids and fries onto the table. He raced to the kitchen and spun around and back out into the dinning room.

Out and around and in and out and around and in and out and around out and around and in and out and around and in and out and around out and around and in and out and around and in and out and around out and around and in and out and around and in and out and around out and around and in and out and around and in and out and around.

Fresh skitted in, ready to get some more orders. He'd been doing this for two hours or so, and the day has turned to dark night. The kitchen staff looked at him.  "Oh, actually, you really helped. Slow down and take these double decker fries and cheeseburgers to Table 16." Gummy put the food on his tray.

Fresh sighed but took the order. He slowly rolled to Table 16, doing a few tricks for the people watching. He smiled, stopping slightly at the table.

"Nice to serve you!" Fresh smiled at the couple. He placed the burgers in front of each of them and then slid the fries onto the table. He roller bladed backwards, having them a wave as he went into the kitchen.

"Hey, okay. Some punk kids from your school just came from a gig, go serve their table." Gummy kept making food.

Fresh sighed and rolled over to the table. He got out his note pad.

"We'll take four blackberry licorice shakes and a cotton candy shake for this one." A girl dressed in all black snapped, wrapping her arm around a girl dressed cutely with pastel.

"All in large, please...' the pastel girl added.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Fresh skated away, his notes on his little pad.

After half an hour, he returned to the table. It was going back to being slow, which was annoying. He liked zooming around. The pastel girl had black lipstick all over her cheeks and a little on her neck. She blushed brighter when she saw Fresh, trying to push the leader of this band away.

"B-Bitter..." she mumbled. Fresh slid the cotton candy milkshake towards her, it coming close to her. She grabbed it, blushing brightly.

Bitter leaned on her lover, her elbow resting on the smaller's shoulder. Her leather jacket was unzipped, with her low-cut black tank showing, along with her chest showing slightly. The little pastel girl sipped her straw, too embarrassed to say anything.

Fresh put one in front of her and three for her band mates.  He waved away and Bitter seemed to be flirting with her little girlfriend.

"Candy, you're so sweet~" Bitter cooed, kissing her jawline before starting to sip her own milkshake. 

As Fresh served a few other late-night eaters, he saw Bitter kissing and biting all over her girlfriend's neck and cheeks. Candy shook, just drinking her milkshakes. Fresh had to say, Bitter's jacket was cool. It had her band's name and logo on the back. It was a graffiti lettered 'BAD BITCHES BITE' and a rock hand under it. Her black jean shorts hard nothing under them except fishnets. Her girlfriend looked totally different, with a cute pink skirt and a blue and purple top with white puff sleeves. She didn't look like one to go to rock concerts, but she went for her girlfriend.

Candy yelped as Bitter spilt her drink all over her lover's cute top. She shivered, feeling milkshake in her breasts and starting to slide into her shirt and all over her bare body.

Bitter waved him over. "Hey, can you get us some napkins?" She frowned, as the little napkin box in the middle of the table didn't have any.

Fresh nodded and skated back over with handfuls of napkins. He frowned for just knowing there was ice cream in her shirt. He, personally, knew how bad that felt.

After seeing how she couldn't clean Candy without taking off her shirt, Bitter grabbed her and ran to the ladies' room.

Fresh skated away, continuing with his work. He cleaned a bit and wiped down the tables.

Eventually, they did come out. Candy was buttoning up her shirt with lipstick marks on her stomach and up. She quickly buttoned up and covered her licked up body. Bitter was following her, frowning and apologizing because she got carried away.

Fresh skated by, just wanting to listen to what was going on.

"I'm sorry! I just thought you'd think it'll be hot and I wanted to taste what was left! You know your skin's sweet!" Bitter huffed, trying to get Candy to cuddle up under her arm.

"I don't care! You can't do that in public! You'll get us in trouble if someone caught us!" Candy pouted, crossing her arms. Her shirt was unbottoned slightly, but she didn't care. She didn't notice the black lip stain on her breast, which was open for the world to see.

"I couldn't help myself! You're just so cute~" Bitter cooed, hugging Candy. She didn't like having her sweet little innocent angel mad at her.

"That's just so lewd!" The pastel girl huffed. Bitter sighed and took off her jacket, putting it over her shoulder. Candy cuddled into the leather jacket slightly, enjoying the warmth left from her tall band leader.

"I know, I know. I'll make it up to you!" Bitter wined, resting her head on Candy's marked breast.

One of the guys in the band waved Fresh over. They wanted to pay so Bitter could take Candy home to eat her out or something.

Fresh rolled to the table. They were one of the only people here. He got the band the bill and Bitter paid, still trying to beg with her girlfriend.

Fresh waved them off and Candy soon caved.

He clocked off, as it was late and he was done. He got his bag and started skated back to the dorms.

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