One Angry Girl, One Cup

(A few coworkers and I are sitting in the small back room of the restaurant/bakery where we work. We’re all friends and can insult each other without the other getting mad or offended. One of the girls wants a refill on her drink. She is known for being in a bad mood and is a self-proclaimed b****.)

Coworker #1: “[Coworker #2] can you get me a refill? I’ll give you a dollar.”

Coworker #2: *scoffs* “Get it yourself.”

Coworker #1: “But I’m tired and too lazy to do it myself.”

(She continues to whine about a refill and being tired for several minutes.)

Coworker #3: *having had enough of the whining* “Fine, I’ll do it. You don’t even have to give me a dollar.”

Coworker #1: “Fine, do it for free, then.”

(Coworker #3 takes the cup and starts walking out of the room.)

Coworker #2: *holding out his cup* “Well, since you’re already up…”

Coworker #3: “F*** you.”