Reckless Love (Elena & Damon)

13 - Waiter

Born and raised on broken promises.

'So we've got, five bottles of vodka, five bottles of champagne,' Elena said, reading off a list in front of her, 'jesus, Matt, 20 bottles of scotch?'

Matt shrugged his shoulders as he counted the scotch bottles on the bench in front of him. 'As per their request. I only collect the order, I don't make it.'

The alcohol bottles were spread out all along Matt's kitchen bench, there was barely any surface area left. Elena couldn't even imagine how much this would all cost, and she didn't really want to anyways, so she merely continued reading through the list.

'Okay, two bottles of tequila, and two of rum. Scotch must be the clear favourite seeing they've gone so scotch-heavy on the alcohol.'

'Must be a lawyer thing,' Matt said, as he now began to pack the alcohol into various different boxes.

The past couple of weeks had been a little crazy for Matt. He had been approached by a man in the bar who had said that he had come in recently and was very pleased with the way Matt ran the bar. He raved over everything — the house brewed spirits and wine, the service, even the crummy bar snacks — and he loved everything so much that he asked Matt to help him out with a function he had coming up for his law firm.

Matt had never done any functions before, and he had never been approached to do any functions either. He didn't know the first thing about setting up one, so respectfully, he declined.

That was until the man gave Matt a quote for how much he would be paid for his services. And it was a lot. A lot. It instantly flipped the switch in Matt's brain, and he agreed to do it, the amount of money offered suddenly clouding his judgement. 

Ever since then, Matt had been scrambling around trying to get everything organised, and Elena had been helping. It had actually been a really good distraction for Elena, she had been able to put all her effort into helping Matt, and had been able to forget about Damon and the words he left ringing in her ears in the Hampton's. Well, forget for the most part, anyways.

He still found ways to crawl into her head and leave her feeling hot and flushed and itching for more. But it was too complicated, it always would be too complicated. No mess that they would create would be worth it, right?

'Alright, that's everything,' Elena said with a huff, as she was later finishing to help Matt load the numerous boxes of alcohol— predominantly scotch— into his car.  

'And it's time I tap out. It's been fun Matt, but I'm exhausted, I'm going home.' Elena stepped onto her tippy-toes and kissed Matt on the cheek. 'I hope tonight goes well for you.'

Matt sighed and scratched the back of his head nervously. 'Yeah. Me too.'

Elena frowned as she looked up at Matt, and folded her arms across her body as she lent back on the side of his car. 'What's wrong?'

'I'm just nervous. I need everything to go perfectly. This could make my business expand so much if I get a good review.'

'You've been working your ass off for the past week to make sure everything's perfect, Matt. It can't not go well,' Elena said reassuringly.

'It's not me I'm worried about, its the other staff. I mean, who knows if they'll be able to handle it?'

Elena resisted letting the laugh, that was pushing at her lips, escape from her mouth. 'Its hardly the Olympics of functions, Matt. If they can survive the Red Label on a Saturday night, they can survive this.'

'I guess. It would just help if I had someone with, say...' Matt trailed off, his eyes suddenly lighting up, 'your experience.'

Elena frowned at Matt. 'You better not be asking me what I think you are, Matthew.'