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'...and I demand my whipped cream for free! You...you worthless waste of oxygen!'
Katherine Kensington ignores the glowers of the other customers at the Oxford Street Starbucks, as she finishes berating the barista who accidentally put the wrong nonfat syrup on her skinny half-and-half two-pump caramel macchiato. The youngster, who has the added misfortune of being ethnic, can only fall all over himself apologising as he fixes Katie a new drink. The moment that is handed over to her, the heiress - accompanied on this occasion by her cousin, Best of British team member Nigel Kensington III, who is filming the entire outburst - stalks over to a couch on the corner, giving the men behind the counter her best glower-and-huff combination.
'...and you will never amount to anything in life!', she finishes as she makes her grand exit under the muttered judgement of the other customers. Once comfortably seated next to Nigel, however, she cannot help but steal a look towards the counter area. One of the baristas is busy processing orders, but the other gives her his best glare, and Katie feels her insides clench.
'Would you like to say something?' her cousin chimes in, snapping her back to attention.
'Erm...oh, yes. Quite.' Katherine quickly composes herself, adjusting her collar and running a hand through her long brown hair as Nigel taps through to begin a new video. Then, as her cousin holds the device up to about face level, she begins:
'Hello, my Katie Kats! I do hope everyone is having a splendid afternoon! Or...whatever time of day it may be when you see this!'
An airy giggle, then:
'Now, I have had a spot of bother ordering my coffee a moment ago, unfortunately, so do forgive me if I look ever so slightly haggard.'
At this point, hundreds of mouths will presumably be telling her she does not at all. Seemingly oblivious to her own charm, Katie continues:
'But good gracious, do we ever have much to talk about! You may be aware, Katie Kats, that your darling hostess was placed in a tournament qualifier at Sin City this weekend! For a title! The SCW Roulette Championship!! Isn't that exciting?!'
A brief pause, then:
'I do not expect to win, however. I am far too inexperienced, not to mention ever so plain-looking next to the other two giris...even my coffee order is exceedingly simple! And as for my record it is...well, not the best, is it, dears?'
Batting lashes, a slight pout, a small voice, and at least a few compliments will have been reeled in. Her fishing trip concluded, the British brunette goes on to expound on her first opponent for the evening:
'Take La Paloma, for instance. First things first, she has an absolutely gorgeous ring name! The dove is absolutely my favourite bird! And she is ethnic, as well. Oh, I never do cease to be inspired by people who manage to be successful after growing up in shacks with no electricity or running water! Lommie, dearie, should your father need a bit of extra income for his gas bill, please do not hesitate to contact Daddy. I am sure he would be delighted to take him on. We have no garden at our flat in Vegas, but I am sure we coul come up with something...'
The heiress gives the camera her most winning smile before moving on to her next opponent:
'And then there is Nattie-darling! Who used to be a personal trainer! How quaint! I wonder if she knew Traci...do you know, by any chance, Nigel?'
'Haven't a clue', comes the retort from off-camera. With the slightest nod of acknowledgement, Katie continues:
'Now, Nattie and myself have in common the fact that we are both rather new to this whole grappling nonsense. However, she does seem rather a bit beefier than me, doesn't she? I mean, far be it from me to make baseless, unfounded accusations, but perhaps a perusal of Natalie's medical records might be in order...?'
A subtle raise of an eyebrow, then:
'Oh, but listen to me waffle on, and you darlings needing to go about your lives! I shan't keep you another moment! Do tune in on Sunday, won't you, dears? And do cheer on your Katie! Goodbye for now! Love, love, kiss-kiss, mwah, mwah!'
With this rather hurried sign-off, the heiress motions for her cousin to turn off the camera. Nigel promptly does so, taking a moment to turn off his iPad before rising from his seat and announcing he needs the toilet.
'You'll be ready to go when I return, yeah?'
Katherine nods affirmatively, but her attention is once again on the bar area. As soon as Nigel is safely out of range, she stands up and walks over. Withstanding the withering looks from the bar staff once again, she produces a pound coin and presses it into the hand of the barista she berated earlier.
'I am ever so sorry for having shouted at you', she says, sincerely. 'I do hope you can forgive me.'
Then, spotting her cousin coming out of the restrooms. '...and you are a cretinous dolt, and an embarassment to your mother!'
Then, as she takes Nigel's arm and they both stroll haughtily out of the coffee shop, she turns her head around for a moment, grins, and throws her new friend a humongous wink.