A quartet walks into the diner. The waitress looks up, tired from her shift. An odd group - a girl who clunking her jetpack onto the bench; (On the inside, the waitress grumbles unspeakable thing about the bourgeois.); a boy covered in oil and dirt stains; (Must one of the few unfortunates who need to work in the mines to make their dough.); a another girl, blonde, who nearly slips off the seat when she attempts to sit down; (Somebody in her family isn't keeping a close enough eye on the booze cabinet); and another boy, with shades covering his eyes; (Upon closer glance, the waitress realizes they're hooked up to a clunky pack that the boy is somehow managing to carry one-handed.)

The rich girl chides the drunk (most likely because her family can't or won't do it themselves). The drunk rolls her eyes and shuts up the other girl with a kiss. The waitress comes up then, all smiles like she's supposed to be, and asks for their order. The children don't hear her; the worker boy had found the drunk's kiss amusing, apparently, so the rich girl, in annoyance, gives him one of her own. The worker's chin is suddenly stolen away from her as the strong one gives him a kiss of his own, saying something about everything being even now. He then gives the rich girl a kiss, as if to make up for it. Her blushing smile tells him it does.

The waitress rolls her eyes at all of this. The drunk finally notices the waitress, and asks something so slurred, it's unintelligible. The strong boy looks up - it looks like he does, the waitress can't see his eyes at all, and says they're ready to make their order.

The couple's special. One glass, four straws. For here.

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Dunno if I managed the theme, but I had to give it a shot!