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(( I should mentioned this is when Lennyka had her modest look: [x], just to make visualization better. ))

Lennyka fiddled with her glasses, taking them off to wipe away streaks and smears that weren't there. It was her second mission in Zatao and this time, she was partnered with someone she wasn't familiar with. However, the grunt had heard rumors of the blond, curly haired girl to be her backup. Some weighed on the surprise, others being cringe-worthy, and most downright hilarious. Of course, momma always told her never to judge someone based on gossip alone, but Len already had one: the girl must've made as entrance to have people actually talk about her. In comparison to Lennyka's bookish appearance and meek personality, she was an noticeable as a wall. Though she was content with her view at one point, Lennyka actually desired to start branching out and earning her name in the crime syndicate. Hopefully, this mission would help put her on the map as a choice recruit of Team Rocket. Hopefully. She waited patiently in the area for her mission partner, stripping off her glasses one more time after putting them on and cleaning them furiously to try and calm her nervous jitters. It wasn't working.

The grunt froze with such a start, her body was as stiff as a corpse. Lennyka would've jumped four hundred feet in the air had gravity not been against her. Instead, she opted for a choked and shrill scream of, "Hi- Hi- Hiyah!" She quickly clamped two hands over her mouth and turned around to face Fifi with a bit of trepidation. She nodded her head a few times slowly, then dropped her hands to her sides and replied, "Y-Yea, I'm Lennyka. You're Fifi, I'm guessing..."

"O-Oh right, you're F- Suzie. And I'm-" The bespectacled girl looked down to her own name tag and twisted up her face in embarrassment. "Pumpkin. My name is Pumpkin." They're should've just called her Spaghetti; was this some kind of joke?

"Ah-" Lennyka quickly shifted a hand into her pocket and pulled out her communicator. After swiping through the debriefing files on the screen, she came across the somewhat pixelated photo of the man. The reporter was an middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair. He wasn't too appealing either with a large nose being his most defining feature.

She flashed the screen to Fifi and pointed unintentionally to the man's flared nostrils in the photo. "That's him," she responded.

Lennyka relented and blushed a bit in embarrassment. "N-No, I-I didn't mean to- His nose... I'm not-" Sighing to clear her jumbled thoughts, Lennyka swiftly removed her finger from the communicator and nodded her head to the blond.

"I have it right, err, here." Lennyka presented the same vial to Fifi after withdrawing it from wide wristband she had on her less dominant hand. She tilted her head at the modest dosages. "Are you sure this'll be enough to, y'know..." she asked her. "It's seems like such a little amount..."

Her words certainly weren't reassuring, but the grunt let them slide. Slipping the vial back from whence it back, Lennyka gave Fifi a nod. "I'm ready," she lied. "Let's... Let's just get this over with."

Lennyka flushed again. It was like high school all over again. She fidgeted nervously and obediently spouted, "Y-Yes, sir!" She hastily scuttled over to the pickup counter and looked at the orders that had to be taken out to famished customers.

She dipped her chin to Fifi and responded, "Yes, let's..." She touched fingertips to one of the plates, then immediately retracted it back as if it were hot the touch, before touching another. Was this to be a game of trial-and-error? Had the man already ordered? There was too many questions that required suspicious answers.

The lush's comment caused the grunt to wince with disgust. Her eyes narrowed to Fifi's comfortableness. How did she do it? How could she flounce around without being bothered by the multitude of drunks and pigs who ogled women like objects? Where did she find the strength to endure it? Swallowing, "Pumpkin" inclined her head and quickly followed after Fifi, breaking from her to present a steak smothered in garlic butter and mashed potatoes dinner to the man at table eleven. Unfortunately, he wasn't their target, but the man certainly had his eyes targeted on her.

When she bent forward and placed the platter before him, Lennyka shivered in dismay at the vile cupping of his hand on her bottom's left cheek. She could feel his uncut nails dig into her backside and, with her other hand holding his beer in a thick, glass mug, Lennyka almost bashed it over his head. Almost. Instead, she recalled Fifi's tactics and tried to mirror them herself. She politely set it before him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

Gently pushing herself from his grip, she replied, "M-Maybe next time, you'll... get the whole thing." Her stutter and "sexy pause" was hardly flirtacious, but satiated the man's desire and caused him to withdraw. With what little of her dignity remained, the bespectacled girl launched herself back to the kitchen to take a breather and nab another plate.

Lennyka clawed onto the counter where she orders were set out to be delivered, one hand cupping her bosom to slow the beats of her shaken heart. She felt filthy; how dare that man touch her so!? This is the worst, she thought. And I can't take this anymore. How much longer until we find the target?

Unfortunately, Lennyka didn't have too long to rest. "Frank" shot a glare at her, likely to chide her for attempting to take a break, but she quickly snatched up two more plates and strode out the door before she had a chance to do so. Entering back into the main part of the eatery was like diving into deep, cold water. Looking down into the plates in her hands, Lennyka strode passed the bar to take it to table thirteen in the back. A man whooped come her passing, having cleaned out his partner in a game of cards.

Setting down the plate and hastily retreating from the table before she had a chance to feel another wayward palm on any region of her body, Lennyka paused, and stared wide-eyed at a protruding member from a man's profile. It was the reporter with the big nose! She blinked in dismay. While she could make him out, the number of his table was lost to her; she was near-sighted, after all. With not much to work on, she instead sought out Fifi, and in the most unsubtle of ways, pointed her chin, elbow, and eventually index finger towards the location of the man.