𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 || [𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 + 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮]

II

"SO POUR OUT SOME LIQUOR, MAKE IT AN OLD-FASHIONED!"

Dave bolted awake to the sound of his alarm clock. He groaned when he realized what day it was. Monday. Despite his body protesting leaving the bed, he got up and willed himself to prepare for work. Though he really didn't want to, Hannah would make sure to annoy him for it.

In an instant, he was rushing to get ready.

When he finally got out the door, he instantly realized that Technoblade was the talk of the day. Most of the people he passed by had his superhero name in their mouths. Unfortunately, Dave didn't have time to stop and find out what new story was made up about him. He was close to being late.

'Almost... There...' Dave thought desperately.

He burst through the doors of the restaurant, causing many heads to turn his way. Fortunately, he'd made it before he was late. As he walked into the kitchen, Hannah narrowed her eyes at him. She always knew how to break through his blank expression.

"Dave." She said.

"Hannah." Dave replied, trying his best to keep his feelings hidden.

"Why were you a minute away from being late today?" She asked, anger seeping into her words.

"Well, uh..." He wasn't expecting that question. Dave had thought she was mad about Technoblade.

Her outrage showed clear on her face now.

"We're you seriously just gonna leave me here to deal with these people all by myself?" Hannah ranted dramatically. "I can't believe you'd just throw me under the bus like that!"

Dave laughed at her antics, knowing she was just playing around. Soon, she was laughing along with him. After they were done laughing, Dave looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. Once he saw that they were good, he lowered his voice to a whisper.

"So, what story did the police make up about me now? I didn't have the time to read the news."

Hannah's face darkened.

"They said the usual stuff. You planned the crime, threatened innocents, and all that jazz," She paused before continuing.

He waited anxiously for her to go on.

"But now they're sending Skeppy and his goons after you." She finished.

Dave stopped. He couldn't believe his ears. They were sending The Trio after him? After taking a minute to process this, he spoke up.

"I can definitely beat all of  them. Technoblade never dies, after all."

Hannah shook her head. "I'll try and help throw them off your back."

"Thanks, Hannah, but how are you supposed to help me exactly? It's not like you can just sneak into The Trio's base and find out their plans." He told her.

"You're right, I can't sneak into their base, but I can sneak into their computer system."

Dave was about to protest, until their boss yelled at them to get to work. He said his goodbyes to Hannah and mentally prepared himself to take customers orders. He grabbed his notepad and pen then went to serve a group that just sat down.

With a fake smile on his face, he greeted them. Mentally, he prayed that these people weren't crazy.

"Hello, my name is Dave and I'll be your waiter for today. What would y'all like to order?"

The small group were surprised, probably not expecting a waiter to take their orders so soon. The shortest of them all spoke up.

"I wasn't expecting a waiter so soon!" He blurted out, saying what they were all thinking. He had a blue hoodie on, tan skin, and fluffy black hair.

Dave couldn't help but notice the strangers unusually high voice. He even had voice cracks while talking.

'How old is this guy, 12?' Dave thought before listening for their orders.

"Zak!" The guy sitting next to blue hoodie scolded. He had a black, red rimmed hoodie on. He also had his hood completely covering up the top half of his face. Silently, he wondered what was up with these people and hoodies.

"Darryl!" The guy Dave now recognized as Zak mocked.

Dave stood there, patiently waiting for them to order something while mentally noting their names.

"Sorry, I'll get a chocolate muffin." Darryl said. The others ordered after him.

Once they were all done ordering, Dave went back to tell the chef. While he was walking away, he couldn't help but think about how cute that Zak guy was. He shook his head.

'Can't get me that easily, gay thoughts.' He thought determinedly. 'We wouldn't work out anyways. I'm a hated superhero after all.'

He took more orders and served more tables while waiting to take the group their order. Once he got their orders, he walked over to them, carefully balancing the plates. He hated going back and forth with orders, so he often just took all of the plates at once. One of the plates wobbled and Dave hurried to save it before it fell.

'Oh no, oh no, oh no!' Dave panicked as the plate leaned more off his hand, threatening to fall. He willed his face to stay calm to not draw attention.

His panic was replaced with confusion when, suddenly, the plate went back to sitting balanced on his hand. Dave ignored it for the time being and served Zak and his friends.

"Sorry for taking so long." Dave said.

"It's ok, you weren't taking that long." The one in the green hoodie said, earning him an elbow to the ribs from the guy next to him. The guy next to green hoodie began speaking French furiously.

Darryl shook his head and apologized to Dave.

"It's fine." Dave shrugged before going back to his job.

As he was walking away, he decided to talk about the self balancing plate with Hannah later.
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Word Count: 998

A/N: Sorry for taking so long. Sign of the Times inspired me to write. Can we get a "Thank you, Harry Styles, for existing." In the comments, boys?