Royals

Concrete Jungle

"God, I hate it here!" Blaze grunts as she tosses the heavy bag of trash into the dumpster outside.  The light breeze blows strains of her hair into her face and she quickly wipes them away. She places her hands on her hips to catch her breath before turning around to head inside. 

"This is the last bag I think." Blazes coworker, Dorian says. "At least we didn't have to jump over- RATS!" He yells as four large New York City rats run between them.

"Every day you remind me that you're not from here." Blaze laughs. Rats were normal in the city. Other places have squirrels New York City has rats. "They're just waiting for you to toss that bag so they can see what's inside-"

"Dorian! Blaze! I'm not paying you to slack off and chitchat!" Yells Their manager, Zach. Zach was the worse kind of manager, demanding, obnoxious, you name it.

"You told us to take out the trash... that's what we're doing." Blaze spat back rolling her eyes in the process.

"You would've been done for the night, but since you have a hard time respecting authority, you can wait on the bachelor party that just walked through the door."

"Are you fucking kidding m-"

"Chop chop, Blaze. Chop chop!" He snaps.

Blaze follows Zach back into the building and quickly washes her hands at the wash station in the kitchen before heading to the front.

"Ah, finally! A waiter! May you please escort us to a private area."  Said a tall dark-skinned man. He stood approximately Six feet from the ground wearing a navy-colored Brioni suit.

"Scratch the private section, just bring us some cognac, lots of it." Said another man who stood about six feet and four inches tall.

"Psst, Blaze," Dorian says waving Blaze over to the bar counter. "Can you please take the party? I have a date with the girl I've been telling you about, and if I don't leave now, I'll never make it in time. Please? I'll take any shift of yours that you want, I just need this one small favor." he pleads.

Blaze lets out a heavy sigh, looking at the group of men who have decided to seat themselves rather than looking back at Dorian. "Go ahead. I could use the extra tips tonight. Have fun on your date, I wanna know all about it tomorrow." She says lightly smacking Dorian's shoulder.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I owe you one! Are you sure you can handle them by yourself? We could always call in an extra pair of hands."

"It's fine, I'll have them eating out my hand in no time. Go before Zach comes back." Dorian quickly runs to the back, grabs his jacket, and stops at the counter to clock out before running out the door and flagging down the nearest taxi.

Blaze makes her way over to the table where three men sit, conversing.

"Good evening gentlemen. I'll be taking care of you all. Is there anything I can start you off with?"

"We are rather hungry, how about a Japanese Wagyu steak dinner paired with Teppanyaki fried rice. Do you happen to have a béarnaise sauce?" Said the man in the navy suit.

"Um... yeah the best I can do is our signature burger that comes with a buffalo wing appetizer and a side of seasoned fries."

The man in the navy suit's face drops before he asks. "Do I even wish to know your wine options." he frowns.

"We have a house red and white wine if any of those peaks your interest."

"House re-" Navy suit begins to say before he is cut off.

"We'll take four orders of the signature burgers and let's start with four double shots of VSOP."

"Sure. But, I can't help but notice that it's only three of you-"