The Dress 💮

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Requested by Errormaniac1287

'Beep! Beep! Beep!'

Zim groaned at the sound of his alarm clock. He used one of his pak legs to turn it off and got out of bed to change into his work uniform.

A couple months ago, he had applied for a job at a maid cafe nearby. The staff seemed friendly enough, and the building was space themed so he didn't need a disguise. Plus, the owner paid his staff really well. The maids were working for $20 per hour, which gave him $1,680 per week. It was a very good deal indeed.

The only issue was that the dress he was forced to wear was a tiny bit too short, as it stopped a little after the start of his thighs. It wasn't too bad though, because he had socks that went a little past his knees. Sure, it was a little uncomfortable, but he had worn worse outfits in the past. If anything, he was lucky that the uniform came with long, white gloves, because the other maids didn't have them.

He assumed it was because he was a favorite among most customers. After all, he had the most 'realistic costume'. And the more money he made, the more benefits he would earn from his boss, so he tried his best to look presentable. Of course, the downside was that people would get touchy, but that wasn't his fault. They just needed more self control.

Zim walked down the street and into the cafe humming a soft tune. He was in an unusually good mood that morning, thanks to the cup of coffee he drank earlier. Who knew that having more energy made you happier?

Everything seemed to be going just fine, until he saw his first customer, who was already seated at their table.

Dib Membrane, his boyfriend.

It was both a pleasant and horrible surprise to see him. Pleasant because that meant he didn't have to deal with any bitchy customers yet, but horrible because a smirk was already plastered on his face, meaning that he was going to be extra annoying for the occasion.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite alien~!" Dib said, starting the sweet talk. "And in such a nice outfit... aren't I lucky?" He looked at him up and down, undressing him with his eyes. Zim blushed and avoided eye-contact.

"You sure are, what do you want to drink and eat?"

Dib gave him an innocent yet teasing look, his smirk failing to cease.

"Are you on the menu~?"

Zim was unimpressed. He had heard far better attempts at flirting than that, and yet his face still heated up. Dib really was the only one who could make him feel that special type of way.

"Nope, though I'm probably better than anything on there."

"Oh really~? I'd like to test that notion-"

A deep voice was heard yelling Zim's name, causing the Irken to wince. He had spent too much time with his boyfriend, and now there were upset customers that needed to be attended to.

"Zim will get back to you later, right now I have to go take their orders," he said, giving him a peck on the cheek. Then, he speed-walked to a nearby table, leaving a disappointed Dib behind.

He watched as his boyfriend took a few more orders after that, with each interaction lasting for about two minutes. It wasn't a lot of time, just enough to get basic information written down, but for Dib it felt like forever.

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