Her estimation of the smaller woman went up a couple of notches as she watched her carry Johnny to the back of the restaurant. She was still trying to figure out exactly what kind of scheme her pal was running on this one, but she hadn't placed it yet.
The moment they hit the back area, the waitress rolls her neck and gets several loud pops in response, before resuming her "normal" form. Her skin pales, and her hair becomes a shade of electric blue that looks too natural to be a dye job. Her revert from brown to a deep yellow-gold, and her work uniform is replaced by skin-tight leather pants and coat, with a skimpy tube top underneath.
"Girlie, I don't know how you pissed off who you pissed off, but bringing Johnny into it was a bad idea. Normally, I'd leave you to whoever wants your head on a stick, but Johnny might take offense to that, so I'm gonna help you a little." she says, reaching into a slits on either of her thighs and producing to Desert Eagle handguns.
"You and me are gonna drive these bastards off, and then I'm gonna take Johnny and get the hell out of Dodge. We clear?" she asks, cocking the gun and locking at Rose meaningfully.
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