"Tch. I'm perfectly capable of getting my own drink, Kenny." Levi said, as he turned away from me and then gave a small glare towards his amused uncle.
Oh, okay he just totally ignored me. He didn't have to say it like that..
Kenny chuckled out, dropping his halfway smoked cigarette into the ashtray. He kept on chuckling and held his arms out, trying to be in good humor.
"Come on nephew, don't be such a down sport!" Kenny paused to look at me, his mouth curling up into a playful smirk.
"She'll be here all night, if you want to come back later."
I felt heat slowly creep its way into my cheeks once I noticed Levi had the smallest smirk on his face after he had heard Kenny's statement. Nervously, I coughed to clear my throat and just kindly grinned.
"I sure will be. Wouldn't mind the company." I said with a flirtatious smirk. I could feel my hair lightly brush up and down my neck while doing so. This made Kenny chuckle out in amusement, satisfaction even and he turned to look at Levi.
When I looked back to the notorious gangster, my breath hitched when I noticed that he was skimming my outfit, though clearing my throat brought his grey eyes up to mine.
"Drinks? Thirsty?" I smirked.
Ooh, hell yeah, sounding sexy if I do say so myself. Mental fist-pump.
He breathed in and we grinned at the same time. My heart twitched.
"I'll have a Diamonds Are Forever Martini and," he paused, "a little ice would suffice." He glanced down at the tray pressing underneath my plump breasts. The rhinestone necklace that glistened down my chest and into the crease of my breasts shimmered when I moved to write on my notepad.
"No olives." His soft pink lips quickly muttered out.
I softly nodded as I scribbled down "DFM, -O" which, obviously means "Diamonds Are Forever Martini with No Olives." Once you get used to serving, you can write it however you understand it. For me, I've been serving and or in the food business for a couple of years now and with time, I've obviously outgrown just the normal gig. If you know what I mean.
Fancy, schmancy. Just one cup of "The Diamonds Are Forever Martini" is 25k alone. Expensive vodka and lime juice- not to mention the diamond placed at the bottom of the drink. Not hard for Kenny to get his hands on that type of drink. So, Levi's also a "no olive type" of guy. I wonder what else everyone is going to get, especially Armin..funny, I thought Kenny said nothing strong tonight?
Armin's ginormous blue eyes were staring wide and curious at me, from what I could see in the corner of my right eye that is. I smiled down at my notepad and then glanced up to Armin; his hands were neatly placed into his lap, and when he had locked eyes with me, he stiffened up.
"For you?" I softly spoke out.
"Oh I'm not-," his hands turned into fists for a split moment and then rested open again on his knees. He quickly, but nervously glanced from left to right but his gaze stopped with Kenny's emotionless stare. I saw his adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed whatever nervous spit he had built up in his throat, then his lips parted into a sheep smile.
"Um, vodka and-" he paused trying to rack his brain around what would mix great with vodka, along with another quick glance at Kenny.
Huh, not a drinker?
"Just orange juice and vodka. Thanks." He gave me a quick side grin and then turned to look at the other gentleman at the table. They all seemed to have a satisfied look on their faces which seemed to put Armin at slight ease.
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