Sunday Brunch

You take your time in the morning. There's a diner near the university that is very popular for breakfast on the weekends, when the on-campus dining options are limited. Honestly, with the ability to just claim a table you don't even have to be worried about it being busy.

A quick walk leads you through the doors of the little diner. Miraculously, you're able to find a table almost immediately. A waitress brings by a water and a menu before leaving to check on her other tables.

The diner has a classic American aesthetic, the staff wear button up shirts, a bowtie, and either skirts or slacks. "Hmm... I think I can improve that a bit."

You wait for your waitress to return. The plastic name tag on her shirt reads 'Jenny,' and her brown hair is done up in a ponytail. "Yeah, I'll have an orange juice... and Claim the waitstaff uniform policy here."

"Alrighty, I'll bring that OJ right out and fetch the manager about the policy." Jenny turns and heads towards the back of the diner.

The manager, a MILF of a woman, arrives at the table. "I'm so sorry for using your policy all this time, as an apology I will comp your meal. I also ask if we may continue using it?"

You pretend to be thinking it over for a bit, letting the manager start to worry you'll revoke the dress code entirely. "... I'd like to make a few changes to it, but you can continue to enforce it." You have her go print off a template for you to sketch the new uniform on. As you draw, her expression shifts through a variety of concerned looks.

A cow print top that shows off plenty of cleavage, a short, frilly pink skirt with a cow tail, thigh-high socks, and a cow ear headband is the uniform you decide on. "This will be the uniform for both guys and girls. You can keep using the old uniforms until you get the new ones in, of course." She nods, resigned to enact this new policy and figure out how to source cow-ears for her employees.

Your drink arrives, and as you order your meal you notice Maddie enter the restaurant. Waving to get her attention elicits a dramatic sigh and also catches the attention of her companion. A short conversation between the two ends with the second girl dragging Maddie over to your table.

"Hello! Mind if we sit here? Well... I sit here?" The girl glances at Maddie, who is glaring at both of you now. "I'm Olivia, Maddie's roommate." She says as she sits across from you. Maddie stays standing, as you still have not allowed her to sit.

Not that you would change your mind now.

They order quickly, and Olivia begins making small talk as you wait for your food.

"So... How do you two know each other? Class?" She asks, sipping at her coffee.

"I'm attached to Cleo's ass." Maddie sighed, stepping back to allow Jenny to hand out the plates of pancakes.

"Haha, damn. So that's why you've been standing all weekend?" Olivia drowns her plate in maple syrup before leaning across the table towards you, "You don't like to share, eh? Me neither, to be honest. Our dorm has two TVs because I don't want her touching mine." She winked and pointed a thumb at Maddie.

You smile, ready to put another one of Lucy's suggestions to work. "Well then, it shouldn't be a surprise what I'll do after I Claim your arms." Olivia's eyes widened and she quickly set down her fork.

"You... Well. Well I didn't know until now, so you can't blame me for using them." She runs a hand - your hand - through her hair nervously. "After all, they're part of my body and all. Although I suppose-"

"Hey. Stop that." You cut her off. "Now you know those are mine, so stop using them. Entirely." Your arms drop limp as Olivia relents to your ownership. "Good. Now even though you can't use them, you still have to find a way to take care of those arms. And yourself, I guess. Maybe Maddie will help. Now that's over, let's eat!"

As you and Maddie begin eating your breakfasts, Olivia stares blankly at her plate. Leaning forward again, she uses her mouth to pull it closer to herself. Trying to take a bite of her food results in some of her hair landing in the syrup, sticky strands clinging to her face.

Maddie giggles watching her roommate struggle. "Do you want me to feed you? Because I just might. After I'm done eating first." She steals a sausage link off of Olivia's plate.

"Hey! Don't steal my fucking food!" Olivia snaps.

Maddie takes a bite of the pilfered meat. "Heh, what're you going to do about it? Ow, fuck! Okay bitch, good luck getting any help acting like that." Maddie winces, sore from the kick to the shin.

You're laughing, watching the roommates fight. It's funny watching your arms flail limply from Olivia's shoulders as she moves. The two stop arguing with a huff, turning to face away from each other. Given the rest of her body language, Olivia would be crossing her arms if she had use of them.

"So... How about a round of pie." You state more than ask, waving Jenny over to place a second order. Olivia's stomach rumbles, and she manages to get another bit of pancake in her mouth without making too much more of a mess of herself.