Wenclair One-Shots

coming from your mouth instead of theirs

Summary:

"No, bee boy, we're just saving the best for last." Lucas took a big bite of his burger, ketchup dribbling down his face.

Enid choked back her disgust. She had seen deer torn apart, whole animals swallowed, while running with the pack. She could handle the horrifying image of a teenage boy eating lunch.

"And I suppose that's you?" Tyler asked, mouth open and full of food.

Enid gagged. Nope, nope, this was definitely worse.

"Trust me, by the time we leave this place, I'll have her number and a date."

OR

In which Enid is at the Weathervane with Tyler, Xavier, Eugene, Ajax, and Lucas, and they're all trying to get their waitress's number — who just so happens to be the most depressing, dark, and captivating girl Enid has ever seen.

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Enid couldn't say for sure, and yes, she was kind of known for being just a tad dramatic, but if she had to guess, this was probably what hell feels like.

When she accepted the invitation to go to the Weathervane with the boys, it was really because Eugene had made his eyes big and watery and said he just wanted another sane person at the table. Given the fact that he had somehow been roped into going with Tyler, Xavier, Ajax, and Lucas, she really couldn't blame him.

Of course, Eugene had also promised that he would pay for her food, so. How could she resist a free meal?

But now she was sitting in a booth with five idiotic boys (because yes, Eugene is sweet, but he's also kind of an idiot), wishing she had the self-control to say no to puppy dog eyes.

She's a werewolf, for goodness sake. She should really, really be immune to puppy dog eyes.

"Can you all please just order like normal people and not embarrass me any more than you already have?"

She wouldn't go so far as to say she was begging, but it was definitely a strong plea. Enid didn't do well with any kind of embarrassment, but there was a very specific type of secondhand embarrassment that came with watching a group of boys fall over themselves to impress an indifferent girl that had her feeling especially mortified.

Eugene, bless his sweet little heart, quickly grabbed his menu. The others did so reluctantly, though Xavier and Tyler's gazes kept straying back to the waitress.

It wasn't as though all of the boys found themselves falling for her, but truthfully, Enid really couldn't blame them if they did. The waitress – her name tag said Wednesday though she hadn't officially introduced herself yet –  wore an all black ensemble that was complimented by her bored expression and monotone voice, all of which were in complete contrast to her adorable yet intricate braids that inexplicably reminded Enid of pigtails. She had been distant and disinterested when seating them, placing the menus down stiffly and turning her back to them almost immediately, throwing over her shoulder that she would be back soon. Her voice was soft though, her movements more awkward than rude, and Enid found herself charmed.

Not all of the boys were, though; that was clear from the wrinkle on Lucas's face and the confused "did we do something to offend her?" from Ajax. Even Eugene looked a bit put out by the treatment, but he shrugged it off.