Damienette Fluff-Shots

Waitress

||In this oneshot Marinette is the new waitress at the fanciest restaurant in Gotham. But she doesn't know who the Wayne's are, because she just moved from Paris, as she's serving them. •Violence• Language• Possible Salt•||

^Damien Wayne^

Father was insistent on taking the entire family to dinner that day. Drake had been appointed as co-CEO during an assembly at Wayne Enterprises earlier that afternoon, now, we were dressed in our fanciest attire for an unecessary celebration. Most everything in this, I can only describe as chaotic, family is.

"Hurry up Demon Spawn," Todd shouted. I shook my head I was ready and leaning against the wall.

Pushing myself off of the paneled walls of the living room I walked over to the band of idiots that claim to be my brothers. "I was ready Todd, you just didn't notice," I snapped at him.

He grimaced slightly at the glare I shot him. I stalked to the door slamming it open and stepping into the yard all the buildings in the distance silhouetted against the amazing sunset. It was rare to see such dazzling pinks, purples, and navy's in a Gotham sunset. I immediately knew this would be a painting in the large room I had dedicated to my hobby. The cool evening wind ruffled my perfectly styled raven hair as I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my slacks walking slowly to the limo waiting to transport us. Alfred was already seated in the drivers side as I swung the car door outwards stepping into the luxurious interior. It only took moment yet somehow every Wayne managed to be in the car as Alfred began the drive to Le Louis XV-Alain Ducasse à l'Hôtel de Paris. It was easily the most luxurious in all of the U.S. known for its modern French quisine and excellent palette.

The drive was easily twenty minutes, the loud and annoying chatter pouring from my brothers mouth setting off a pounding headache to the right of my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut and stepped out the limo as we pulled into the Valet Parking area. Alfred had insisted on taking the car to the parking lot and waiting for us, so we entered through the gilded double mahogany doors and into the beautiful wooden entrance. The entire restaurant was decorated with wooden columns and stained glass arched windows the red velvet seats giving the already elegant restaurant an heir of superiority. All the waitresses were dressed in a black dress shirt accompanied with a white collar, the white flared skirt that racked to their knees embroidered with flowers a black apron over it. Their hair pulled back in buns they had neutral makeup, simple eyeliner and lip gloss. Observing this in the time it took to be seated a small girl with a petite frame, barely five foot rushed to our large table.

"What can I start you off with," her angelic- her voice rang out. "Drinks that is. The fresh bread will be delivered to your side quickly. I'm Mari I'll be your waitress for today."

A collective call from Todd and Grayson, as well as Father called for champagne or wine. I called for water, in Drake's case coffee. I noticed however that she introduced herself last as if to shrink away from the billion dollar family. She nodded and flashed a dazzling- and flashed a smile across to all of us. As promised within three minutes the girl reappeared carrying two baskets of bread under one arm balancing a tray of full drinks and proportioned alcoholic beverages on another hand. Quite impressive, I shook my hard and scowled as she set the fresh sourdough break in front of me and Drake gracefully delivering the other drinks. Her wedge black heels clicked across the dark paneled hardwood floors as she walked off giving us time to order. The three eldest, being Todd and Grayson, Fatner (obviously), ordering simply. Todd with a traditional Pesto Tortellini, Grayson Fettechinni Alfredo with chicken, Father with Eggplant Parmesan. Drake ordered next, a bowl of Minestrone, I myself got a dish of Carpaccio, a sophisticated Italian dish that consisted of thinly sliced fish of meat with a suace and grated Parmesan cheese for garnish. The girl- Mari took our orders scribbling hastily on the page her French accent more prominent with the words as she read the orders back for confirmation. Satisfied she scurried to the kitchen to give the chef the long list of orders. Not five minutes later she returned with two more baskets of bread, fresh, and replaced the almost empty one sitting on the table. Balancing Todd, and Grayson's empty glasses as well as Drake's she left quickly to refill the glass flukes of champagne and the delicate red and white China Cup of coffee. 

"Can I get you anything else Monseiur," she asked politely in an adorable- in a French accent that slightly slurred the English words. At everyone's silence she smiled again and left to retrieve the expensive dishes ordered twenty minutes perviously. The time in which Todd and Drake had triggered my headache even worse. Slowly and gracefully the petite girl walked to our large tableup the three steps to get to the elevated platform. Her heels clacked slightly as she held a large black tray with five full plates of French quisine on one hand. A steaming plate of meat and rich garlic and butter sauce was placed in front of him. Next was Father with his dish then Tood, Drake, and Grayson. With a quickly spoken 'be cayreful' by Mari she seemingly just- dissipated! A trait only alfred had proven to possess, it was slightly unnerving. Not even a clack of her black heels could be heard. 

"Damn," Todd muttered into his glass of wine. "Just like Alfie. Seriously creepy."

A chourous of agreements sounded from the rest of his chaotic family members. I myself slightly shivered, she had the stealth of an assassin. Yet she definitely wasn't one, a mystery, was all I could describe the dark haired girl as. 

A long painstaking dinner later, and many alchoholic refills from Mari, we were off to the parking lot. I paused at the doorway of the large resturant, I told Father and the rest to wait at the car. I stealithly re-entered Le Louis XV-Alain Ducasse à l'Hôtel de Paris to somehow find Mari. Sure enough I did and she was in the back on her break releasing her waist length blu3e hair from its small bun. I fe;lt my cheeks tint a dusty rose, but no! Damien Wayne does not blush. I walked up to the waitress and tapped her shoulder slightly.

"Mari," I questioned for confirmation. As she turned and nodded I gazed into the mysterious cerulean eyes that rested on her beautiful pale face. "May I please have your number? I think I would like to stay in contact."

"Yes you may," she answered in an adorable (I dodn't bother denying it that time) accent. "Here you go Dami~ see you soon!"

She singsonged the abbreviation of my name and I smiled at her. Subtly, however, she reached up and cupped my left cheek. A desperately long time later her soft glossed lips pressed against mine and she smiled against them. It was an angelic smile, hers, and I knew in taht moment it was my favorite sight in the world. 

"See you soon Angel," i whispered as I left Le Louis XV-Alain Ducasse à l'Hôtel de Paris. "Angel~"

||Well um- I hope you liked it! I have a new chapter in the works, with a confirmed sequel so that should be interesting. Love you guys!||

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