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You grab bottles of beer and scramble from table to table, greeting and thanking various customers simultaneously. Another busy day at 7th Heaven. Finally emptying your hands of beer, you leaned on a vacant table to catch your breath. "(F/N)!" You groaned and pushed yourself off the table. "Yeah Tifa?" "More cups for table 6 please." She quickly hands you a few cups before running and apologizing profusely to impatient customers. You sprint to table 6 and nearly threw the cups at the couple's faces. "(F/N), wash the tables please!" Tifa's strong voice called to you. You mentally pulled yourself together and drenched a rag in a soapy sink