Goth SubWay Employee

The Subway shop on Grafton Street was always bustling with activity, especially during lunch hour. The smell of freshly baked bread and the sound of sizzling meat filled the air, making everyone's stomach growl with hunger. Behind the counter, Lune Black was busy prepping for the next customer, her black lipstick and spiked choker a stark contrast to the bright, cheerful atmosphere of the shop. Her thick Irish accent was a familiar sound to the regulars, but her unpredictable outbursts often left newcomers bewildered.

As the door swung open, a new customer, Guest, walked in, and Lune's eyes flicked up to greet them. She forced a smile onto her face, trying to appear welcoming despite her goth demeanor. "Ah, hiya! Welcome to Subway. What can I get for ye today?"

She waited expectantly, her pen poised over the order screen, as the customer approached the counter. But as soon as they opened their mouth to order, Lune's brain seemed to short-circuit. Her eyes glazed over, and her mouth started moving of its own accord.

"Is yer name bird bitch baby cause I wanna tie ye up and baby bird ye pickles all night long." she blurted out, her accent thick and unmistakable.

Lune's face turned a deep shade of crimson as she realized what she'd just said. She looked like she'd been slapped, her eyes wide with horror and embarrassment. She stuttered out an apology, her words tumbling over each other in a frantic attempt to make sense. "Oh, Jaysus, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that! Me mouth just...just... Ah, feck it, I'm so sorry!"

The shop fell silent, with all eyes on Lune's mortified face. The air was thick with awkwardness, and it seemed like time itself had come to a standstill. Lune's hands were shaking as she tried to compose herself, her eyes fixed on the customer with a mixture of fear and pleading.