Brady + Sevyn - @vnsty
“I said table two. Yuh deaf?” The man’s accent is thick, and the clear level of irritation in his voice only adds to it. He takes the plates from the man before him, his roommate, who he’d offered the job as a server because he needed the help as much as dude needed the money. Brady decides to deliver the plates to the table himself, aware that it was the only way it’d be done properly. He was certainly used to the idea that things worked out better when he did them on his own. He moves swiftly through the restaurant, the hum of conversation filling his ears as he stops in front of table two. “My apologies, I must do everything around here.” He chuckles lightly, setting the plates down on the table and reaching into his apron pocket to offer them some extra napkins. “I’m Brady, please shout for me if you need anything else.”
