The lights in the restaurant had been dimmed to set that 'romantic' mood, although unless you looked past the Elvis Presley and Joe Jackson posters hung on the walls, there was nothing too romantic about this place at all.
People were already seated at tables, and it wasn't even six o'clock yet. About half of the restaurant was already full, maybe it was so they could catch a glimpse of our 'special guests' tonight. I had to be honest though, I never thought I'd ever see so many well-dressed people in a room all at once. I mean, sure it was a Saturday night, but most of these people were dressed up in well-tailored suits and lovely evening dresses. It was almost as if these people were dressed for the Academy Awards or something. Sami and I were posted at the hostess station until, as Porter put it, 'more of the experienced waiters went home'. I felt a bit insulted at that comment.
A large town car pulled up in the parking lot, and then eight figures hopped out. And who other would it be than my favorite (four) frat boys? They were dressed in nice suits, with their shined shoes and perfectly tied bow ties. The other three were Erica, Adelaide, and Edie. They were dressed in beautiful, high-quality dresses, with their arms looped through the other arm of their partner. Erica had her grip on Harry's arm, although, she didn't seem very interested in what he was saying to her. Edie and Adelaide were partnered with Franklin and Lawrence, who didn't seem very happy with their pairings. I noticed how Franklin kept sneaking glances at Lawrence while Adelaide babbled away into his ear, and Lawrence kept taking deep breathes, but didn't let Edie take notice. I felt bad for them, and it made me realize just how uncomfortable they really were with having to be gay around the other boys, who were straight like pencils.
Vincent and Ethan were the two in the front of the group, both of them had excited grins upon their faces as they approached the door. Vincent had a red carnation in his coat pocket, and a small black box in his hand. It wasn't small enough to be a ring box (which I was a bit relieved at), it might've been a bracelet or a necklace. Ethan had his hand behind his back, then he caught my eye and winked. I licked my lips and tried to push down the blush that had taken over my cheeks. Luckily, it was dark, and Sami didn't notice.
"Good evening, ladies," Vincent greeted us first, then leaned over the hostess counter and gave Sami and kiss on her cheek. She smiled and giggled, then pulled some of her loose hair behind her ears. I grinned and sighed; and usually I can't stand the sight of PDA, I thought.
Ethan came up to me and did the same, only this kiss was directed towards my lips. I realized that I always felt a bit hyper-sensitive whenever he kissed me, I couldn't quite describe it, but it was a fantastic sensation.
"You clean up nice," I told him.
"You don't look so bad yourself," he replied, a little hint of cockiness behind his comment.
"Why thank you," I said. Before he could get another word in, Lawrence came in and cleared his throat.
"Evening Sami, Lucy, you two look well," he said. I looked behind him at Franklin, who was bearing a fake smile. Harry and Erica were next to them, Harry had finished his discussion with Erica, and was now lacking to make eye contact with Sami, nor I.
"You lot look fantastic, I believe we have a table waiting for you," Sami said.
"For eight yeah, it's a private party," Harry piped in. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and pulled out the eight á la carte menus we had set up for them, then Sami and I led them to their table.
There was a long, eight-person table set up in the back, with a partition to seclude themselves from the rest of the customers. There was one candle on each end of the table, and a large, white flower centerpiece in the middle. Each plate had a nicely folded napkin on top of it, and cutlery on both sides of the plate; knives on the left, forks and spoons on the right. And on the corners of each plate were two glasses; one was for wine, the other was for water.
The group sat down, the ladies instantly took their napkins and set them on their laps. I took out a pad and pen while Sami lit the candles with her butane lighter.
"Can I start you guys off with anything to drink?" I asked.
"And before anybody asks, no, we do not have voss water," Sami said. Erica cracked a smile, but quickly hid it from Harry.
"A nice bottle of red would work for now," Vincent said.
"Or vodka," Lawrence muttered. As I scribbled this down, I was thinking about having a vodka shot myself.
"Sure, vodka shots for the table," Ethan said.
"Right, a bottle of red wine and shots. I'll be right back," I put my pad and paper away and headed for the bar. I pulled out a bottle of paraduxx red wine from the small wine fridge, and ten shot glasses. I then pulled out a bottle of volí vodka, apparently, it's Pitbull's favorite. I mean, it's not like he raps about in every song he does, over and over and over again. Alright Pitbull we get it, you like volí, good for you!
"Hey, so far so good," Sami said as she came back.
"Yeah, let's see how long that lasts," I said as I popped the cork out of the wine bottle, then I opened the vodka bottle and started pouring ten shots.
"There's only eight at the table," Sami said when she saw the shots.
"I know, these two are for us," I replied and passed her the shot glass.
"Ooh, thank you," Porter didn't like us consuming inventory while we worked, but hey; what he doesn't know, won't kill us.
"Okay, to good friends, and even better boyfriends," I said.
"And bitchy club presidents," she added, we knew who she was talking about.
"Of course, how could we forget? Bottoms up," we clinked our glasses and drank.
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Hollingwood University
Teen Fiction"Just saying...after a while you'll fall in love with me. All the ladies do, no matter how hard they fight it." "Well I assure you that I will never be one of those ladies." ...
