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Another moderately slow night at the Grindhouse, though it was still early in the night shift. Walter was doign his best with an injured leg. He hadnt told his coworkers or boss why he was walking with a limp. Damned cop, had to go and shoot him. And then arrest him and everyone in the Cafe! And he still hadnt gotten any bloody tea that day. That cop was becoming too much and automatically going on his shitlist wasnt the best of moves.

And that reporter. Just as crazy. And there was no reasoning with either! they just kept spinning and spinning s**t until you stood there baffled as to why and how you got shot in the damned leg! Walter exhaled a long puff of smoke and looked over to Pip who was on the other side of the counter.
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"T'at is.. a crazy storie Walter." Pip said shaking his head, the Brit had just gotten done telling Pip the entire ordeal. It was slow, so for now he was keeping Walter company until the two annoying strippers arrived and Matt showed up to work.

"Oui you did Mademoiselle but dont tell t'at to 'im." Pip warned before he lit up a cigarette and took a long drag on it.
"A break? Bloody Hell ill take a break when im dead. No way will this Brit ever lie down on the job. Shot in the leg by some crazy old hag of a cop. Ma'am, no offense, but i dont take any bloody damned breaks." Walter retorted a bit snappily more to himself finishing a thought, than at Alice. Misdirected anger thats all. but would she take it that way?

"Told you." Pip said with a shake of his head.
"I mean where does she get off? Even if she was the Queen of England i wouldnt have backed down for that kind of malarky. And that nitwit of a reporter! What in blazes was he on? Or not on for that matter? Next time i see him im going to give him a bloody punch up the bracket." Walter said as he threw down the towel he had been cleaning the same glass with.. for the past like 5 minutes.

"Walter. Watch eet. And calm down." Pip said as he narrowed his eyes at Walter.

Walter took a few long drags on his cigarette and let the smoke out in one big sigh, that had his shoulders sinking. "Sorry Ma'am. Maybe your right." Walter said as he lost his anger and hung his head slightly.

"You 'air is getting long Mademoiselle. T'ink of growing eet out?" Pip asked with a smile as he changed subjects and turned his gaze on Alice.

Walter nodded and grabbed the stool he had brought around to the back of the bar just in case him or Matt ever got tired. He sat down on it with a light grit of his teeth and relaxed. "True enough Ma'am. But still.. i didnt get anywhere in life by taking a break. I will take it easy though, Ma'am." Walter said as compromise.

Pip let Walter talk before responding to Alice. "Eet is not bad t'is way." Pip said as he reached out gingerly and touched a few stray strands of hair. "I would say i could give you a 'aircut. But im no good. I mean look at mine." Pip said as he unraveled his braid from his neck. "T'e bangs i did myself. Easy enough not to mess up. But eet was with a 'unting knife. I dont t'ink t'at is t'e proper tool."

"Jan was talking about some... bloke that had given him a pretty good haircut, Ma'am. Maybe you could head to the salon and see for yourself if the boy is good. Said he had blue hair and eyes and was.. well qouting Jan here.. 'Gay as a fairy'." Walter butted in lightly.

"Oui, you could do t'at Mademoiselle." Pip said with a smile. "Unless you are afraid to go? I could come with.. for support, no?" Pip suggest with a smile.

"Oui, i t'ought so." Pip blushed lightly. He had to laugh when Alice called the hairdresser a smurf with scissors. "Oui, just let me know when you go, no? T'ough i will 'ave to ask my boss if i can get off?" Pip said with a grin, at well what he thought was a cute joke.

"Old Chap i think it would be pretty easy to ask your boss to get you off..." Walter trailed letting that sink in for a bit before he slowly added. "And for the night too." Walter laughed lightly. "Ah bloody hell you two are cute together and really.. if you want to get away for the evening and have a shag. I can handle the place. Injured or not." Walter smiled as he leaned forward and looked to Alice and Pip devilishly.

"Walter!" Pip said before choking on some air, the raunchy Brits comments had the Frenchman blushing.

Walter's face paled when the stool was tipped. He instantly white knuckled the edges of it and looked to Alice meekly, very unlike his usual self. "P-point taken Ma'am." Walter said with a light blush and a nervous stutter before he regained his composure. He didnt need another injured leg! Or worse! if someone took out his arms... thatd be bad, he wouldnt be able to fight back. Being shot in the leg in a non-fatal area was fine.
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Pip laughed at the interaction between Walter and Alice. "Mademoiselle i 'tink you have found a way to control t'e Brit." Pip smiled and shook his head. "Well t'en Mademoiselle, Boss. Can i get eet off?" Pip said with a smirk and a flirtaceous tone in his voice. Get what off exactly? What Walter had said? Or the night to accompany Alice to the hairdresser? Or both?

Walter nodded and flashed a smile, it was lost when Alice turned her attention to Pip. Of course if this where another time or place, Walter would have returned Alice's devious gaze with his own and even tried to challenge her. But Walter didnt date bosses, Pip on the other hand.. not that he wasnt a good guy and Alice was a good woman, but not exactly Walter's type. Which he was trying to still figure out by the way.
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"Cest la Vie t'en Mademoiselle. I t'ink my wages can 'andle eet." Pip smiled. "When would you want to go? Soon, no?" Pip asked with a smile. "Oh but dont expect me to get my 'aircut along wit' you. I t'ink i would 'ave a 'eart attack if someone cut t'is off." Pip said as he grabbed his braid and ran his fingers over it lovingly.

"You found the baby daddy Ma'am?" Walter quipped when Bela asked him to guess what she was so excited about. Not that she'd listen to a damned thing he'd say at this point. Either way he was bored enough to indulge her so he looked at the Gossip column and read it.

Oh good.. she was a whore.. and her beloved was a pimp. And the twins where .. bloody damned nitwit of a reporter. Walter frowned at what he read about, about the twins. He knew it wasnt true. "Bunch of Malarky that is.." Walter said with a sneer before he looked up at Bela.

"The part about the Twins not you Ma'am. So you caught yourself a fish have you? I dont suppose you would fancy a shag then to pass the time? Bloody Hell that gets me thinking i should find myself a mate." Walter said gently as he put out his cigarette. He fanned the smoke with a wave of a gloved hand and sighed lightly. His other hand went to his leg and he started rubbing it lightly, his fingers going over the bandage gingerly.