<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><br/>The server rolled their eyes with a smile that was far too big for the situation. A pretty index finger twirled a thin strand of their blonde hair, waiting more or less patiently for the customers order. When the woman went on her rant about leaving caps out, Matty made a soft wooshing noise to emphasize the sly taking of the cap. "Bum bum bum, so mysterious, oh whatever will she do? Speaking of caps however, you better be giving me a fine tip for making me stand here and wait for your silly intimidation tactics. Because unlike the rest of the wasteland, we have 2 rules around here." <br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><br/>The blonde held up two fingers to give a visual, just in case they didn't get it. "Rule number one is don't mess with other customer's things without their permission. Rule number two:" Matty placed a hand on the table and leaned in, their round face almost against the stranger's. "Don't waste my time." Matty's voice got unusually deep; or rather, it got deeper than that of a typical, petite, female waitress. "And seeing as you have violated both of those rules within the first 10 minutes of you stepping in those doors, I suggest you either pay up for your drinks or get out." The server leaned back, placing a hand on their hip with a flick of Matty's hair to get it out of their face. "It's your choice, darling." And the polite, waitress voice was back.  </span></span></span></td></tr></table>