Consequences

The Last Night

I'm currently on my hands and knees, trying to pick up the food from under the table whilst trying not to hit my head on the table.

I roll my eyes, grab the last bit of the food and go to stand up.

"Oh darling, whilst you're down there, could you help me a bit." An arrogant asshole said to me, laughing with his buddies.

God some men are just grubs, I thought to myself.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

Standing up, I turn around to find that I'm in fact not talking to another teenager, but a grown ass man who looked to be 26 years old. He stood 6'4 with brown messy hair, blue eyes and a pants dropping smile. He was white and definitely had a good body, from what I could see. He was dressed in a pair of grey jeans, a black button up shirt, with his sleeves rolled half way up his arms, making him look absolutely delicious.

I wasn't going to let him see that I was attracted to him though. And that's all he had going for him, once he opened his mouth, the attraction plummeted downhill.

"What did you just say to me?" I asked.

"I said, whilst you're down there, could you help me out a bit. You know, you were on your knees. It's pretty obvious." He repeated.

"How about I just kick you out of here instead." I stated, clearly annoyed at his suggestion.

Apparently he didn't like that. His eyes turned from happy and fun to angry and stoney. It's as if there was this switch that he turned to wipe all joking facial expressions off of his face and turn on this serious, dangerous looking face.

"And what makes you think...." He started.

He looked at my face, taking in my features.

".....you could kick me out." He finished lowly.

"Because it looks to me darling...." He spits out.

"....that you don't have a fucking clue, who you are talking to. And I would check your tone with me. I'll ask what ever the fuck I want to ask from you, I don't give a flying shit if it's insulting." He continues.

"Now. Why don't you clean a table for us to sit and eat, quickly and quietly, or I'll blow your fucking brains out with my gun right here, right now." He finishes. Lifting the front of his shirt, showing me the gun he has sitting in the waistband of his jeans.

It's quiet for a few minutes, whilst he lets what he said sink in. But my life's going to change tomorrow, and as much as I'm trying to embrace it, and as much as I don't want to leave the gremlins, this attitude came out without my permission, I honestly had no control over it.

"Go ahead, if that's the worst you can do, then get it over with. But then they'll have to bring another person out here, and she's not familiar with the way the service is supposed to go down. So if you do kill me, you'll have to wait for at least 15 minutes for her to get organised, then another 5 minutes to clean and reset the table. So you'll be waiting for a full further 20 minutes, or you could apologise and be somewhat tolerable and I'll have the table cleaned and ready for you in the next 3 minutes. Does that sound good to you?" I pause, holding my breath.

Well, I'm dead!

He narrows his eyes and his mouth scrunches up, as if he's thinking about actually killing me. About 2 minutes go by and he closes his eyes, sighs and nods once.

"Fine, do it quick." He grounds out between clenched teeth.

I jump into action and quickly clean and reset the table.

"What can I get for you guys?" I say overly cheery.

"I want a steak." The leader said.

"Right! How would you like it cooked?" I asked.