Friendship (A Borle/Jonas FanFiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Nick’s POV)

            All right, all right, where's my waitress? I need another beer. Pronto.

            "H-Hey, I need some service over here." I said.

            I was gettin' buzzed, just the way I like to be.

            "What can I get for you sir?" a waiter said coming over to the table.

            "Woah, woah, what do you think you're doing? Where is Leslie?" I asked.

            "I will be taking care of your table now," the guy said.

            If I read the name tag right, I think it said his name was Carlos. Damn it!

            "Oh, like hell you will. I want my waitress back! Now! I'm trying to score a date with her." I said my speech slurred.

            "With all due respect sir, I don't think smacking her on the ass will help you land a date," Carlos said.

            This douchebag has some nerve.

            "Ah, shut up!" I said. "And get Leslie back here now or I'll have your ass fired!"

            "I doubt that you will do that," said Carlos.

            "Ya wanna try me?" I sneered. "I'm the best damn paying customer this place has, thank you very much. So do yourself a favor and get me my favorite little waitress with the hot ass back here!"

            "Fine, fine, sir whatever you say," Carlos said and took off toward the kitchen.

            A few minutes later, Leslie came back, looking like she was nervous. I have no idea why. All I wanna do is take her out on a date and have my way with her.

            "Hey baby, where ya been?" I asked her. "Surely, you're not trying to avoid me, are ya?

            "Y-Yes" she said nervously.

            I smirked. The fun is about to begin.

            “Nothing to worry about, just go out with me,” I told her.

            “I’m sorry sir, but I’m working right now,” she said as she then looked up and nods at something and walks off.

            Soon I see Lance coming my way. “Mr. Jonas. I’m sorry but you can’t sexually harass my staff while they are working.”

            “I just want a date with her,” I said. “I want another beer and her number.”

            “I think you’ve had enough Nick. I will call you a cab and get you a ride home.”

            “I’m not leaving here until I get her number and another beer,” I almost yelled.

            I saw some people in the place look over my way. Ya, that’s right, I’m Nick Jonas, kiss my ass.

            “I’m sorry Nick,” Lance said and waved someone over.

            Soon I was picked up by Lance and two others and carried outside.

            “You can’t do this to me,” I shouted as I was going out the door.

            They put me down outside, and went back inside as Lance looked at me.