The waiter Alice sat with her face cross in front of her supervisor. Whitney Whitney sat right next to her with her arms crossed, making a pouty expression.
"Now than, you wanted to issue a complaint?" Jake asked.
"Yes! Why in fact, I've come to believe that your patrons at this restaurant, two of your incompetent servers have been less than professional. I, Whitney can attest to this." She told them, adding a certain infliction to her name. A slight bump perked in their minds.
"It's not true! She's just trying to get us f-"
"Now Alice, come now and don't get defensive. Is it true that you dropped the salad she ordered?" Jake looked at her sternly.
"Y-ye, but she tripped m-"
Whitney interrupted. "See, she confessed it! Her friend Cassie threw water on me you know! You've been plotting and scheming like brats the whole night, just trying to get Whitney upset! I'm not unWhitt'ney'ing to their plans. I just wish they'd leave me, Whitney whitney and my sister Britney whitney alone when the Whitney sisterw, Whitney and Britney are trying to eat.
Alice's face went cold. She would've lost it in tears from the accusations right there, but something about her words had transfixed her. Jake was also falling into this state. "W-whitney, I mean Alice- Alice Whitney, while Alice, did you do this to Whitney? Precious, totes hot Whitney, will you quitney being so unwhittney to me- I mean Whitney."
"No! I did not pull a Whitney on Whitney to ruin their whitday- night! Stop accusing me so Whitney-QUICKLY!" The more she said it and struggled, the harder it became for the words to fill up her mind, loosening her identity and sense of things.
Whitney Whitney smiled. Jake and Alice argued back in forth, it hadn't even taken a minute but they were practically shouting "Whitney whitney whitney don't quit me Whitney" all over the place, unrealized yet continually. They'd been so Whitney already they didn't even notice their clothes and bodies changing in the process.
Whitney Whitney leaned back and watched the commotion play out.
