Justin noticed her the minute they walked in. She had been counting money in the register, probably more for her own amusement than anything else, and she had been singing along with the jukebox. She stopped, abruptly, when she heard their laughter, and with a snap, the register was closed, and she was grabbing five menus from a basket. There was no doubt that she was pretty, even with dark circles under those sparkling green eyes, she was gorgeous. She was wearing a short mini-skirt, probably the uniform at this diner, and a polo-type shirt, green and u-buttoned a couple of buttons at the top, but not far enough to show anything. She had a nice body, he watched as she walked over, her hips moving back and forth. Her auburn hair was pulled back, half up, half down, a few wispy curls fell to frame her cheeks. Her face was tanned and she had tiny freckles splattered across her nose. God, she was beautiful.
Dawn had been singing to Devil Went Down to Georgia, when they had walked in, and at first glance, she hadn't seen anything special about the group of five football players, all looking like they had a long night, probably a late night practice, they weren't too far from the stadium at Roosevelt. She grabbed the menus and took a second glance at the group that was now settling into a booth. A boy was watching her, or he looked like he had been, the second she had spotted him, he had looked away, pretending to be listening to something another one was saying. He had dark hair, cut short, probably for football, too. He had blue eyes, surprisingly bright against his tanned skin and he was smiling now, his lips pulling into a loose grin at something one of his friends was saying. His face was so chiseled, his jaw line defined, her eyes traveled down to where his muscular arms pulled tight against his jersey. Well, the night had certainly approved, at least, she had some eye candy now. God, he was hot.
"Can I get you guys something to drink?" She asked, setting the menus down in the middle of the table for them to look at. They rambled off various sodas and she scribbled down the orders on a pad of paper, her pen flying, glancing up as she finished, she smiled. "Y'all just get in from practice?" She didn't normally talk to customers, but she was bored, it was 2 in the morning, and they reminded her of her brothers, three of which were now away in college. She only had one left at home, and though, she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she missed her big brothers.
"Yeah, Coach Asshole decided to make us do up-downs till some sophomore puked, just, because we lost the game against Fairview." A blonde said, glancing down at the smudges of mud still left on his jersey with annoyance. "Now tell me." He glanced at her nametag, "Dawn, does that seem fair to you?"
She grinned, slipping the pad of paper back into her pocket and then glanced at the back of his jersey, "Depends, McCoy, how bad did you lose the game?"
The jocks started laughing as she turned and walked away, leaving McCoy with his mouth hanging open, speechless.
She walked back to the kitchen and handed Marci the drink orders, still smiling from her verbal victory. Marci glanced out the small window and then back at Dawn with a huge smile across her face. "Hey, are those football players?" Her blue eyes lit with excitement and she strained to see from the door.
"Marci, you're twenty-two and you have a two-year old waiting at home, how about giving poor innocent high school boys a break?" Dawn suggested, helping to fill some of the cups with ice as Marci took them a filled them with the soda.
"We've both been here since six o'clock, Dawn, we deserve a little fun." She pleaded, sticking her bottom lip out, like a little girl asking for a new baby doll.
"What kind of fun?" Dawn asked, loading the drinks onto a tray, watching as Marci's face lit up with an idea.
"Hey, Dawn, do you feel like a woman?" Marci slurred into the familiar Shania Twain tune.
"You are brilliant, you know that, Marci, brilliant!" Dawn said, laughing now at the thought of what their faces would look like when her and Marci started their little number. They had done it a billion times, when they were bored and no one was there, but they had talked about what it would be like to do it when some cute guys were in there, acting like it was all spontaneous.
"I know, I know." Marci said, "Now, go get their orders and then my friend, we are going to have some fun, Shania style."
Dawn pushed through the door, tray in hand and made her way to the table. She handed each their drinks with a grin and then she leaned back, pad out again and pen ready. "What can I get y'all to eat?" After writing down an order of 5 cheeseburgers, 2 chili cheese fries, an order of mozzarella sticks and four pieces of peach pie, she looked up, "That all?"
"All? We just ordered half the menu." A boy to McCoy's right commented, as she took their menus.
"Trust me, I've seen people order the whole thing." She commented with a sly grin on her face. Walking back to the kitchen and into the grill, she handed Jimmy the order and he started in on the burgers. Marci was waiting with a quarter in her hands and a wide grin on her face, her hair was down and she had put on her nametag.
They walked out, hips swinging back and forth. Dawn grabbed a rag out of a bucket filled with soapy water and sloshed it on the big counter, wiping it back and forth as if it really needed to be cleaned, not like she hadn't done it 80 times already tonight. Marci made her way to the jukebox, turning back to the guys, she asked in a sweet voice, "Do you mind if I turn on some music kinda loud?"
"Go ahead, no complaints here." One of them called back to her and she slid her quarter in, carefully finding the song she was looking for. The music started quiet, but Marci hit something on the back and soon it was loud, filling the Diner. Marci and Dawn looked at each other immediately and one glance told Dawn, all eyes were on them. Perfect. They started to sing.

I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright

Gonna let it all hang out

Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice

Yeah, I wanna scream and shout

No inhibitions-make no conditions

Get a little outta line

I ain't gonna act politically correct

I only wanna have a good time

Dawn threw the rag down, singing and shaking her hips as she danced around the counter so she could dance with Marci who was doing the same thing. They screamed out the words, rolling their bodies and shimmying at all the right spots. The boys sat their dumbfounded, like they couldn't believe two hot waitresses were really dancing and singing Shania Twain, through the diner. The words stopped, just music for now and Marci jumped up on the counter and held out her hand for Dawn. Soon, they were both on top of the counter, ready for the next words.

The best thing about being a woman

Is the prerogative to have a little fun and...

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady

Men's shirts-short skirts

Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style

Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction

Color my hair-do what I dare

Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel

Man! I feel like a woman!

Justin watched Dawn, pull at her polo shirt when they sang "Men's shirts." And then stretch her long tanned legs when they sang about "Short skirts." She had pulled her ponytail out and was now swinging her hair, while she jumped down from the counter, and grabbed the wet cloth again, with each wipe of the counter, moving farther down the counter, still dancing, kicking her feet and twirling. She looked great, she knew every single word and she looked so wild and happy, like they did this every night.
Her friend had jumped down from the counter, too and was now, grabbing menus that had been forgotten on some random tables, skipping the whole time. He glanced over to see the rest of his friends, completely stunned like him; they were all watching them like they were the only two girls on the entire planet. But they weren't singing to them, the girls were singing to each other.as if they were having fun just for themselves, not for a show. God, she was hot.

The girls need a break-tonight we're gonna take

The chance to get out on the town

We don't need romance-we only wanna dance

We're gonna let our hair hang down

The best thing about being a woman

Is the prerogative to have a little fun and...

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady

Men's shirts-short skirts

Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style

Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction

Color my hair-do what I dare

Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel

Man! I feel like a woman!

They struck a final pose and laughing, Marci ran to the jukebox and turned it down, still laughing. The boys started to applaud, which sent both of them into another fit of the giggles, Jimmy called from the back, "Order up, girls!"
"That was an awesome performance, there, ladies." McCoy commented as they brought the food over, setting it down in the middle, so the boys could fight over it accordingly. Marci smiled at him, obviously interested. Dawn fought the urge to roll her eyes as Marci started in, her normal flirtatious behavior bubbling up, despite her age and Dawn's warning about high school boys and smiled at the Hottie, he smiled back, mouth stretching, white teeth gleaming. God, he was beautiful.
"Why don't you chill with us for a little bit?" McCoy said, pushing his friend, so Marci could sit next to him.
Marci shrugged, "Why not?" And with that, she slid into the booth, turning to talk again to McCoy, who was obviously not concerned with the food the others were digging into. Just before, she turned to leave Dawn saw Hottie moving over, making a place for her. He motioned towards the seat and she nodded, climbing in from the booth behind, so the others didn't have to move for her.
"Hi, Dawn." She reached out a hand, feeling dumb, but not knowing what else to say.
"Justin." He took her hand. "Do you always serenade football players at 2 in the morning?"
"Just cute ones." She replied, grabbing a fry off of his plate and biting into it with a mischievous grin. "Do you ever give your number to waitresses or am I out of luck?"

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