Turning Tables

Chapter 2- Such a Night

Port Aransas, Texas

March 4, 2013

"I'm tired of you're irresponsible actions, you're sneaking out to meet boys, and everything! You need to learn some respect and responsibility, dammit!" Dad shouted at me.

"Dad, when did I ever sneak out to meet boys?" I asked. This was almost comical. Except not when it came down to the real way he treated me. That part wasn't funny.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," he gave me a pointed look.

I shrugged, knowing no matter what I said, it wouldn't make a difference. "Okay, Dad. Please teach me responsibility."

"You're a fiftten year old girl. Go get a job."

So getting a job is what I did. I started being a hostess down at the Jailhouse Rock Cafe in the center of our small island town. I'd always taken an interest to that place. It was a 50s themed restaurant and they played music anywhere from the 30's to the 90's. I think it was the music that had me drawn to it mostly, I just loved old music. 

Everyone that worked there was pretty young. High school and college. Or fresh out of college. Everyone was decent looking. Not particularly eye catching, but they weren't unattractive. I enjoyed the atmosphere. I had a growing collection of bows I never wore, but since the theme was 50's, and I never had anywhere else to wear them, why not start now?

So I started pulling my hair back, letting it do it's natural blonde wave, and just placing a simple bow in it. I did my eye make up just like the way Ann Margret wore hers. Just on the top of my eye lids. My boss, who was older, probably in her early 60's, was very with the age, and couldn't stop going on about how adorable I was. 

For some reason, my dad wasn't satisfied with the job I got. Apparently I didn't need to be around so many college kids. I don't think he'll ever be happy with anything I do. That's okay, though. Most parents aren't, right?

The servers were all guys. My first day there, the only female server quit. She'd been working there since they started and she was moving to Virginia. So I was the only girl besides our boss. I didn't mind too much. I was at the hostess stand most of the time anyway, folding silverware.

March 12

I sat a couple in the back booth. I grabbed my pad and pen and marked Andrew down for that table. I headed back over to the servers station where all of the servers sat down on their short stools scrolling through their facebook feeds. I stepped up to Andrew. "You've got two at fourty-four."

Andrew looked up at me with big blue eyes, child like. Then down at the pad in my hand. "No."

"Um, yeah," I said, tapping the pen against the paper, starting to get agitated.

All of a sudden he smacked the pad of paper right out of my hands. The servers all chuckled. I just looked at Andrew. "Pick that up."

"Nope," he smirked, and stood up, heading over to his table.

I picked up my pad of paper and grabbed another tray of silverware to fold. It was a Thursday afternoon, so it'd be pretty quiet for the most part. I got into my rhythem of folding silverware when one of the other servers, Chris, picked up my silverware off the stool to sit down. "Hey-" I began to protest, but realized he was about to set the tray back on his lap. I kept folding.

"How're you liking your new job?" he asked. I avoidied eye contact. I could see his thin, blonde hair from the corner of my eyes, his smooth looking skin, and hazel eyes were all very attractive.

"Eh, it's alright," I shrugged, and kept folding. 

"I started out hosting for about a year. Then I turned eighteen and that's when you get to start serving. That's when all that money starts coming in," he nodded with a prideful smile.