Saving Grace

Chapter Twelve. // Sad and Spacey.

Chapter Twelve. // Sad and Spacey.

"To celebrate, I want to take all my workers out for drinks." Dee grins at us from where she stands.

All of her workers are here and sitting around the diner. I sit between Noah and Alex ironically enough with Chastity sitting across from me. I sat down in a booth next to Alex that typically fits four people, two on each side. Chastity sat across from us and Noah squeezed his way in next to me because he's a jealous prick.

Alex loves tormenting him, by the way. Every chance Alex gets, he'll do something just to get Noah going. By now, Noah's probably figured out that Alex and I aren't actually a thing but he still gets bothered to see another guy grope my ass whenever he fucking pleases.

"I can only take six people with me at a time because of expenses and travel capacity, so I'll be going every weekend with a different group." Dee smirks then, rubbing her hands together with excitement. "I'm gonna start by taking my head honchos, Jamie, Alex, Chastity, Rig, Chris and Noah."

Earlier, Dee came to me asked me which staff members hung out with who while at work, so even though Noah's not one of us top dogs (who get paid a whole extra fifty cents), he still gets to tag along with us.

"Then, the weeks following, I'll pull you all aside again to arrange it." She smiles at all of us before dismissing the rest of her workers.

We just got done with our annual Welcome Spring party, which is actually just Dee making us all sit down and give her ideas about what she could do to make this place better. She does provide a dollar thirty gallon of fruit punch and a cheap grocery store cake. Those kind of fluffy parties aren't really Dee's thing, she's more into going clubbing.

The rest of us wait in the room, so Dee can talk to us a bit more about the plans. She walks over to us with a huge grin plastered on her face. "Okay, kiddos, what are we gonna do?"

No one says a word. Dee's super cunning, so her goal with this is to have all of us do the planning and heavy lifting so she can take credit for it in the end because it was her idea.

Dee sighs, "fine, I'll plan it. Okay, first who's going to be the designated driver?"

I instantly put my finger on my nose, "not it!"

"Not it!"

"Not it."

"Not it."

"Not it!"

"Fuck."

I laugh, looking over at Noah. I bump his leg with mine, grinning. "Slow poke." I mumble. "It's okay though, you're a miserable drunk anyways."

Noah rolls his eyes, grinning at me, "whatever, we always had fun together."

"No! You were always such a light weight so I was too scared to drink too much!" I yell, slapping his arm. "You're better off to be a designated driver."

"Are we going this Saturday night?" Rig asks, pulling a chair up beside us. Rig is the other cook that works here, we have three, but Kyle hardly ever works because for some reason, he's always out of town. I hardly ever work with Rig though.

Dee nods, "yeah, unless someone has any different ideas?" She asks, looking around the group of six people. No one says anything, so she continues. "Okay, and we're going to carpool so Noah can make sure that we're all good to go."

Noah nods slowly, "we can take my car, I have six seats," he pauses for a second, frowning, "but what about you, Dee? Are you not going to drink?"