Oh he was so very pretty. Anita just looked at him for a moment, unable to believe that he was actually a boy, in this dim light. His features were neither one nor the other. His chest was muscular, under that tight tee-shirt, but those pecs could just as easily be very small AA-cup breasts. The skin-tight shorts, though... there was the give-away. The thing that made Anita cringe and loose interest in him, until he turned away from her and she saw that really,<em>really</em>cute backside. Damnit, from the back he was so definitely a she that the biker wanted to reach out and pinch her.<br/><br/>But there was that lump in the front of the shorts. That was the defining thing. That marked Chris as not Anita's type.<br/><br/>The young waiter asked what she wanted, and she shrugged. "Beer's good. Couple of kegs to start us and enough mugs to go around? The girls will keep it cool. Won't you girls?" The question was loaded with threat. She grinned at Chris, "Pebbles and Bambam there, they don't drink much, and what they do goes straight to their bladders, so they tend not to get rowdy. They like things nice and peaceful, do Pebbles and Bambam, and they get upset if the other girls disturb their peace."<br/><br/>She smirked a little. "As for what else we might like... Let's see..." She grabbed a menu from a passing waiter, "A bucket of hot wings, two large peperoni pizzas, two garlic breads and a plate of loaded skins."<br/><br/>The gang approved her choices and one called out "Nits? A couple plate o' fries?"<br/><br/>"Hmm, yeah, make that four plates of curly fries." She grinned, "Then you come and sit on my lap and explain what a nice boy like you is doin' workin' in a place like this?"