Soon, Heather emerges to make lunch. She made some sandwhiches, and heated up some blood for me and my... Siblings. Sandra had to leave for work. She came out in her usual, classic, white chefs unirform. She kissed Heather, grabbed a sandwhich, and headed out. That means after we finish the movie, we'll have to get ready to go too.
I head to the kitchen and grab the sandwhiches to pass out. Heather, thankfully, grabs the blood. She hands it to Ace and Eve, and I pass the sandwhiches to Anna, Heather, Sam, and Aspen. Roast beef with lettuce and tomatoe.
I nurse the blood as we finish the movie, content with my warm food, though my throats still sore. Aspen downs his sandwhich in two bites and leans against my leg happily. I scratch his ear and the crazy goblin starts to purr.
The movie, The Super, had a very... Intense plot twist at the end, which had Sam practicaly crawling into my lap.
"Come on, we have to get ready for work." He stands, dragging me with him. Heather takes my mug from me.
"Thanks for doing the laundry again." She smiles.
"Not a problem. Thank you for lunch." I follow Sam down the hall. He bends down on one knee, taking my hand in his. I can feel my face turn bright red, but I just cringe as he kisses my knuckles. He grins stupidly as he goes to his room to change. I shake my head, but I can hear the others snickering as I go to my own room.
The uniform is long sleeved and black. It has a double row of silver buttons all the way up the front of the long tailed shirt, and the slacks, also black, match it well. It fits great, and with my black hair and silver eyes, even I have to admit that I look nice.
I slip on my black tennis shoes (which I only use for work since I still prefer my combat boots) and grab my eyeliner. Anna gave it to me as a late birthday present, explaining how it made my eyes pop. So I wear it. It does, in fact, help my eyes, or my one uncovered eye, stand out.
I head to the bathroom to brush out my hair, using a small amount of product to make sure it continues to cover my blind eye. I put on the eyeliner and make sure my clothes are straight before I leave.
Sam is standing in the hall, looking as amazing as the first day I saw him in uniform. It makes his hips bulge a little, and the dark color compliments his tan skin. Unlike me, his uniform is short sleeved, designed so it looks like the sleeves are tastefuly rolled up. His hair is toussled, but good looking, and he's still wearing that stupid grin. He looks me up and down and whistles lowly. Gods he's so cheesy. Still, my face heats up. We walk out of the hall to see Heather already grabbing her purse and keys, and Ace and Eve getting ready to go too,
"Are you guys leaving?" I was surprised to find myself disapointed at the thought.
"No, we're going to follow you guys to the resteraunt. We wanna try the-" Eve pauses as she turns around, staring at me. Ace notices and turns to see what she's staring at. My scowl deepens.
"Hah! My brother looks good in uniform." He scoffs.
"Come on, we're gonna be late." Heather says. We follow. Making it up and down stairs has gotten easier, but I still limp as we make our way to the ground. There's two new cars out front. One black, one red, both small, one person cars. Which Ace and Eve go to. Ace's is red.
We climb into Heather's car. It's starting to rain now, but it's kind of nice too. The light is more dim, and the steady pitter patter of rain is soothing.
The resteraunt in large, and simple. It has windows lining the whole dining area and double doors at the front. The back has a simple steel door. The pantry is huge, just like the giant stainless steel kitchen. The floor is tile in the back and bathrooms, but the main dining area has grey carpet that goes nicely with the white walls and simplistic decorations. The tables are wood, with matching chairs that are padded with grey cotton. The booths are the same way.
One of the other waiters, Lindsey, directs me to section four and tells me there's already a large group there with combined tables. I just nod and grab the menues and silverware rolls. The kitchen has three doors that go the frony, left, and right. The right is a small, closed off section for private affairs.
Most of the staff know me from around the pack, others don't know me, and they know nothing about werewolves or the pack. They think, like the rest of the public, that this is just a family owned buisiness. All of them, however, know that I am not social.
The table is restless when I get there, and full of kids from school. They all gape when they see me, looking me over and mumbling. But I ignore them, asking for their drink orders instead. I rush off to get the drinks, piling the sodas and waters and teas on a tray to bring out before asking if they wanted to order food. When they say they need a minute, I go to the next group that's been seated in my section. Ace and Eve. It's not hard to keep my proffessionalism, regarding them like every other stanger in here. Since they are, basically, still strangers to me. I don't smile, but I don't scowl. Stand up straight, take orders, give it to the chefs. Take drinks, set people down, direct them to bathrooms. Extra napkins, condiments, refills. Wow them with party tricks like lining the plates on my arm for extra tips. Like every other night, with every other customer. Until a couple of guys come in, scruff, handsy.
I could see them talking as Sam took them to his section. I could see their facial expressions. Mostly I could see how uncomfortable Sam looked. It was getting late, and I only had one other table in my section. Probably the last, since we close in a half hour. Just a sweet old couple who fussed over my service and how kind I was. It made me think of Charlie.
I chase down Sam while he's grabbing their menues. He looks flushed and nervous.
"I've got it." I take the two laminated folders.
"I-I don't-"
"Hey." I put my hand on his shoulder. "I've got a nice couple over there waiting on unsweet teas. Do you mind?" I ask. He nods. I can see the relief in his face.
"Thank you." He whispers. I nod and head over there. The resteraunt is pretty empty now. Most of the staff have gone home. Heather went home, but Eve and Ace are staying at a hotel. A few of the pack remain. Nate, about 20, with blond hair and blue eyes, and James, with dark brown hair and eyes, who's about 30. He's nice. He's the beta. Sandra is the only cook next to the cleaning girl, Katy, but she'll leave as soon as these last meals are cooked.
The two men are large. They're built and toned, and one is as tall as I am. They both looks a little... Off. And they both complain that they're cute waiter has deserted them. I roll my eyes as they order some salad and nachos and beer. They're both looking around, like they're waiting for something. Both are tense, and not happy, but not mad. More anxious. Well, the one my size, with the cropped blond hair, he looks a bit angry.
Sandra finishes the food and removes her apron. Nate offers to finish the dishes so Katy can go home, and Sam, looking as bright as ever, helps carry out the left overs for the older couple, who wave happily at me in passing on the way to the door. I wave back and give men their salad and beer. 18 to serve, 21 to drink.
I go to the back to help straighten up, when I hear whimpering from the front. I look out the window of the door to see what happened. Sandra is still prepping for the cooks the next morning, and Nate's doing dishes. And James is rolling silverware. But Sam is being held at knife point in the middle of the resteraunt. The large man has him around his middle, too tightly, and there's a knife pressed against his throat. I can smell the blood leaking where the man pressed to hard. The smaller man is beside them, a pistol in hand, looking around. Waiting for one of us to come out.
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