Go Go Dancer // muke

chapter one

"Luke! Table six!"

Luke sighed as he pulled a pen and notepad out of his pocket, immediately heading towards the table towards the back of the diner. He pulled a smile on his lips and then held his booklet out as he chewed on his bottom lip to fight his urge to smoke.

"Hi there," he greeted happily. "- may I take your order?" He finished as he raised his booklet and pen.

"You can." The man laughed and then looked at him. He was attractive, in a punk rocker kind of way. Luke's been there, done that.

"Would you like to start your evening off with some drinks? Alcoholic beverages are half off starting about now." He checked his watch and realized happy hour started.

"In fact, I'd like that. What would you recommend... Luke?" He asked, and Luke furrowed his eyebrows. How did he know his name?

Oh.

His name tag.

His cheeks went red and he cleared his throat as he turned to point at the bar behind him. "Depends. If I'm feeling risky, I'd get tequila on the rocks. If it's an easy night, I'd go with something like a cocktail." He explained before pointing out the drinks on their menu.

"Tequila, huh?" He asked and then shook his head. "I'll take a coke n' rum. I'm not driving."

Luke wrote it down and then sucked his lips into his mouth before smiling. "Can I start you off with an appetizers, sir?" He asked and the man just shook his head.

"Nah. I can't stay too long. I'll take the buffalo wings. That's all." He ordered and Luke looked at him.

"The six piece, eight piece, or ten?" 

"Eight." He clarified and Luke wrote it down as someone called his name. "Busy night?"

"Extremely." He nodded, his voice weighted with an air of exhaustion. "I'll have your drink and order as soon as possible."

He nodded and Luke took the menu before running to the front table to hand to the receptionist. He ran to the kitchen and then handed them the order before heading to the bar. "Woah there, honey, you're only nineteen." Karla reminded and he rolled his eyes.

"Table six wants coke n' rum. Can you, you know, do your thing?" He asked as he rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. He saw the family from table three starring at him and he let out a quiet groan.

"You only have like fifteen minutes, Lukey. Calm down." She laughed and he flipped her off as he walked away.

"You know I work a double, Karla." He told her and she nodded, giving him a thumbs up. He put his hands in his pockets and then smiled. "How is everything?"

"Can I get another Pepsi for my wife, sprite for my son, root beer for myself, and a sweet tea for my daughter?" He listed and Luke's head was spinning as he looked at them.

"Of course. I'll be right back. May I?" He asked and they handed him their cups. He carried them to the kitchen and then he began to fill them up, trying to remember which cup had what so he didn't put sprite in the cup that once held root beer.

He carried them all back on a circular tray and then rushed to their table. "Here you go." He said as he handed them back. "Anything else?"