A Divine Lust {Stud×Fem}

xvii. commotion

logan

It was a new week, mamas and I were flourishing, but a date for our dinner at Deluxé was undecided.

I was in the restaurant's kitchen, working as usual, and clocked Naomi walking in. I stared her down. "You better have fantastic news."

"...I don't." I exhaled. "I'm listening."

"A man and his friend are causing a commotion in the dining room."

"You're the one who takes care of situations like these, Naomi." I stated. "I still need consultation, chef."

Naomi led me into the dining room and over to the men who were standing at the hostess station. I observed and noticed a familiar face in the few, this was all comical.

"Hello, what seems to be the issue?" I asked them. "Your bitch don't want us to dine here." One of them lead, scowling at Naomi.

"You should address her with reverence, sir, she's not a bitch." I defended.

The lead man scoffed.

"Your attire isn't suitable for our restaurant either, there's a dress code, formal wear." I continued.

The men were wearing t-shirts, shorts, and slides. This wasn't the fucking block.

"Man." He started. "I should be able to dine wearing whatever the fuck I want, clothes or no clothes. I'm starving and I want to eat, what the fuck do clothes have to do with it?"

"Sir, we're a fine-dining establishment, how one dresses matters." I told him.

I wanted to curse him so bad.

"You sound like the bitch, all talk and no food." He stated. "I want to fucking eat."

The second man lit a blunt.

"Yo." I cracked. "You can't smoke in here."

"I can't smoke either?" He asked. "This restaurant is balls and ass."

"We're indoors, sir." Naomi chimed in. "You don't have ventilation, bro?" He asked, smoking the blunt.

"Y'all need to leave." I said, tired of the nonsense. The lead man smiled. "You want to kick us out, for what, because we're black?"

Yo, what the fuck, this shit is comical for real.

"The dike's off the rails, man, she's a racist ass hoe." The second man added. "You treat the whites better than us."

"Dike?! Racist?!" I exclaimed. "Man, look, I'll utter this one last time, motherfuckers. Y'all need to leave or I'm calling five-o."

The lead man cackled. "Man, fuck this restaurant, fuck the dress code, fuck the staff, and fuck the idiot ass rich customers. Y'all ain't better than us!" He flicked the bird, I clocked a lion tattoo on his wrist, he left with his comrade.

I don't have time for illiterate bullshit, dickheads like that stain character, the restaurant is a safe haven. I can't have men or women like that ruining shit.

Hell no.

I need stable reviews, a stable service for all, race doesn't fucking matter.