Shrugging your worries off, you take another bite of your burger and chew slowly to savor the taste. Damn, Knaoa outdid herself, this is fantastic. You were no expert on cooking, but this burger had some of the best beef you'd tasted in a while--maybe it was Angus? Maybe even prime rib? Oh well, it was good; that was all that mattered.
Between bites, you spare a few looks up at Mesa as she whips up food for other customers. She's as cheerful as ever, though she makes a few quips about eating or serving humans that make you cringe. But it's not like she'd try anything with Roxy right there, right? Right! And Knaoa didn't seem all that scared of the minotuaress anyway, and she was around Mesa all day: that meant a much bigger chance of being her lunch than you, yet Knaoa was just fine. You smile and take another bite, sure you had little to worry about.
*Thunk!* You jump and look up from your meal, finding a small frosted glass on the counter below you, filled with what looked like a chocolate milkshake. Well, "small" by monster standards, anyway. To you, it was easily the size of a house. The ice cream inside looked nice, though...
"Enjoying your lunch, aren't we, little guy?" Mesa asks as she leans in, covering you in her shadow and smiling. "Careful you don't eat too much, you might have to hit the water. And if you get a cramp, you'll get so tough I'll never cook it out of you!" She shakes a spatula at you, almost like a parent would toa little kid.
Though a bit intimidated at seeing her this close, you chuckle at her quip. "That whole thing about getting cramps 'cause you ate before swimming is a myth, Mesa. I'll be fine...and I'm a lifeguard, remember? You snack on me, Roxy would have a new pair of leather boots by tomorrow!"
Roxy smirks and nods at your little quip, but otherwise stays quiet.
Mesa snorts, chuckling. "Got me there, Stephen...though I could just find a way to be sneaky about it. Who knows?" She winks at you, then turns around toward the grill...giving you a very good look at her plump bovine rear. She was wearing a purple bikini, but only for modesty's sake--being a cow-like monster, Mesa wasn't what most would call 'slim'.
You dart your eyes back down, cheeks flushing. Were you really just staring at Mesa's butt? Not the most gentlemanly thing to do.
That, and she'd probably sit on you if she caught you doing that again. It had happened before, with a bahamut-girl wearing a bikini a few sizes too small for her rounded dragon-hippo form. The swim-suit was barely visible on her and when you'd asked her to leave and put something else on, you ended up pinned under her multi-ton, scaly ass for an hour until Roxy happened by and got her off of you. Not one of your favorite days on the job...
You were so caught up in your flashback that you didn't notice Mesa's tail twitch, crack like a whip and slap you across the back...right into the chocolate mlikshake. Shivering from the cold and trying not to sink into the creamy quicksand, you look up to see Mesa's smirking face above you. She winks, then you feel the glass lurch upward--she must have grabbed it. Seconds later, a giant straw stabs into the ice cream next to you...and then you realize that Mesa HADN'T been kidding about "being sneaky".
Damn, and that burger had been so good.
But what would Mesa do with the milkshake...?
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