a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

What Can I Get For You All Tonight?

Later that day I had to go and work, but today Angel had informed me that Id be working as a waitress, meaning all I would have to do is go around from table to table collecting orders, then giving them to the bartender, to then go back and give the customers their drinks, that relieved me knowing I wouldn't be selling myself. I did my usual routine and today I decided to have some wine whilst getting ready. Id managed to get my hands on some of the expensive stuff, so the flavour was rich and it went down smoothly.

I left at around 10PM and got into the SUV. Roman had stayed back at the mansion again so the journey to the club wasn't as tense. Katrina was flirting with the driver and he was having none of it
"your arms look very strong, Mr driver man" she says with a giggle. It wasn't funny,  or sexy, it was just icky. I make a gagging noise at her and shook my head. She scoffed and threw herself back into the seat while crossing her arms.
"looks like someones jealous." she says in an attempt to redeem herself after being embarrassed.
"oh shut up." I spit back at her, I don't have the energy for this. But a part of me wants to tell her how much her Roman was trying to get it on with me.

As soon as the car pulls up I strut off straight into the club, it was less crowded then usual but thats because Roman hadn't been sending guards to spy on me at the moment. Kristina shoves past me and walks straight into the VIP section and disappears round a corner and Angel follows behind her like a lost puppy. Lucy glances at me and nods to me. She seems a lot less bothered tonight but thats a relief because I don't need someone shouting orders at me all night.

I walk behind the bar to grab the small note pad and pen and start taking orders.
I approach a table of men and prepare myself
"hello beautiful." one says
"evening sir. what can I get for you all tonight?" I open the pen with my teeth and jot down their orders. I can hardly hear them over the blasting music but I do my best.
I start to walk back to the bar when one of them shouts to me
"ILL GET YA NUMBER WITH THAT ASWELL" all of the men chuckle and whistle at me.

I rip the page out of the pad and slap it on the counter in a rage while one of the bartenders grabs a tray and starts reading the note while getting the glasses. He's an older man and has white slick back hair and he wears a dark brown fedora.

"It gets easier lovey." he says to me while scooping ice out of the freezer
"sooner or later you'll learn to block it out, but if any of them touch you just let me know and a bouncer will take them out" he pours the drinks and puts them onto the tray. He's a soft spoken guy and he has an strong British accent
"thank you" I read his name tag "John" I smile at him and he gives me a reassuring nod before I grab the tray and approach the men again

"here are your drinks, let me know if you'd like any more later on!" I say whilst trying to sound as enthusiastic as I can. They snatch the drinks and carry on talking.

They don't thank me so I swivel around and walk over to another table, on the way putting the empty tray down onto the bar. This table is in the far corner of the room, its well hidden and theres hardly any light over there.
I strut over, acting confident and seductive.
I pull my pen out from behind my ear and grab the notepad from the waist of my skirt.

"Hello! What can I get for you all tonight?" I ask while trying to observe them all, I can hardly see their faces because of the strobe lights.
"We'll take 4 rums please." says one. He had an accent but I cant put my finger on what it was, all I can hear is what he ordered and the booming music.
"alright, Ill be back in one minute" 

I manoeuvre my way through the crowd and put the page on the counter.
"How long have you been working here John" I ask, might as well get to know him as he's the only person in this place that isn't nasty.
"I been workin' this bar for about 5 years now" He replies, I love the way British people talk, the way their sentences flow is so satisfying.
"not long then!" I joke, he chuckles and continues pouring the drinks. Before I walk off he tilts his fedora down at me and gives me a smile, I smile back and do a small bow at him.

I go back to the table in the corner in a better mood and put the tray down onto the table
"let me know if you guys want anything later on!" I say ready to walk away from them
"Taylor. Sit down" says the man
I do as he says and sit on one of the free chairs while pulling my skirt down a bit more to stop it riding up.
"can I help you sir?" I have no clue why this man knows my name, but what I do know is that it worried me

"yes, yes you can." he starts "we are going to be leaving in a minute, you will go to the bathroom, and climb through the window. understood?"
"Im sorry but who are you, and why do you know my name?" What the fuck is going on?
I pull my chair in and lean closer to the opposite side of the table I push my hair out of my face and I look at all of the men sat at the table, they're all wearing sunglasses and hats with dark clothing, I then look directly ahead of me and
I lock eyes with Bill Kualitz.