ROCK AND METAL PREFERANCES & IMAGINES

The spaghetti incident- Duff Mckagan #2

Working hard to my bills. This was all I could think of at the moment.Otherwise I would have thrown my work outfit into the next garbage can and would have run away and never do anything again.

But I simply couldn't . Though my feet hurted from the high heels I was forced to wear and the smell of the food wanted me to puke.

But I kept my smile and acted like a 50s diner girl. Yeah,I worked at a diner,but I lived in the eighties,so why was I treated like a slave. I completly don't know. Deep down I new that it was our boss who liked to see his doll-looking workes in pain. Sadistic.

My shift would end in 5 hours  so I had to swallow my anger and be a kind waitress.

The bell rang and some guys entered the diner. I went over and handed them the menue card.

"I'll be ya waitress,call me if you want something,my names Y/N"

One of them,probdaly the only one who listenend what I was talking about nodded and I rushed off,because I heard the bell from the kitchen rang,signalzing that some order was ready. I served the couple the milkshakes and looked over to the guys table. A blond one,who -no joke- looked like he was twelve was still looking at the menue card,the others were ready.

"So, you have decided ?" I asked and smiled like every goodamn day.

"Uhm,you serve alcohol?" the red-head asked.

"Yes,of course" I said and turned the menue card to the back side with plenty of different alcoholic stuff. Dumbass, I thought.

The black haired one rolled his eyes at him and mumbeled a quick sorry before ordering black coffee and a sandwich. The others did the same. The small blond one odered pancakes with extra sprinkles and cream,I smiled at his kinda childish dish and asked if he wants me to put it in form of a smily on it,he enthuasticly nodded. Cute.

"Sorry,Miss",the curly haired one asked.

"yes?"

"One friend is still coming,uhm can we have something like an extra chair ?" he asked.

"Yes,this shouldn't be a problem" I said and asked additional "Do you maybe already know what he would like to drink?"

"VODKA" they all said in usion.

I laughed and giggled an "Okay" before walking back to the kitchen.

Back in the room a -very very very attractive- guy came in and asked where if I,quote : Have seen a dude with a tophat,a carrot-head,a dude who looked like a child and one who seemed like he came out of an Edgar Allen Poe book"

"actually yes,I am guessing you are the vodka-friend?"

He looked at me kinda stunned and said an slightly embaressed "yeah". He also blushed.Aw

"Y/N!" came from the kitchen "the birthday order here is ready"

"oh may you exuse me,your friends are there,I'll be any moment there,too" he nodded and walked to the guys.

"here is ya pancake" I smiled to vodka-guys friend.

"Your guys food should be ready any minute" I told the others "And what can I bring you,vodka-guy?" I asked the -sorry but I can't shut up about it- handsome guy. "Uhm ,I..dunno..."

"We are not at a quiz show,no wrong answers. So do you want something or not?" I warmly smiled at the blond one. "you",the redhead giggled and the blond one kicked him underneath the table. Yes it was possible with his long legs.

Okay. Concentrate on work,I told myself.

"I---" he started again,just to be interrupted by the black haired one. "Spaghetti",he said and long-leg nodded. "Spaghetti it is" I walked away and went to the cook in the kitchen.

*DUFF'S POV*

"Dude really go for it",Slash said. "Yeah,what should happen?" Axl agreed. "She maybe doesn't like me", I put my head slightly frustrated on the table. "She calls me Vodka-guy." I complained. "Vodka,guy" .

"Nah,I bet she likes you",Izzy said. We all looked suprised at him,normally he never talked abput love and stuff with us.  "She,before you guys ask,for example smiled when Axl said that you want her",Izzy spoke wisely. Yes,that was true,I shot Axl a little glare and then looked to one of the tables she served.  A ring from the kitchen came and she came back with my friends food. "And here is your ashtray" she gave Izzy the small red thing. "And your vodka of course" she winked at me and slitted a little note with it,too".As soon,as she walked away,I opened the note and there stood.......In four hours? What?

I gave Izzy a confused look "Her shift ends". "Ahh", I said and nooded my head in agreement. "Should I ask her if she wants to go with me to the record store after her shift ends?" I asked the guys,but more Izzy,because he was the only one who'd give me a normal answer. "Which one,because since her Heels are as high as Slash yesterday,I'd say maybe.",Izzzy said. "Okay,guys should I go now?" I asked,Izzy rolled his eyes "if you don't go,I will " Axl said. This made me jump from my chair and walking self-confident enough to near the kitchen,preparing in mind what I was going to say,I crashed in someone. The waitress. Oh no. She had my spaghetti and a big plate. Had,yes,because it was now all over both of us. On her uniform,in my hair and on the floor. "SORRY,SORRY",I exclaimt trying to clean the mess up,probadly just making it worse.

"It is okay,I-" she calmly begun

"Will you go out with me?" I blurred out

"I'll buy you comfy shoes,wash your uniform and of course pay the meal and the broken plate and the reason why this probadly happened is because I wanted to go to the record store with you,but instead I-"

She cut me off by putting a finger full of tomato souce on my lips and giving me a heartwarming smile.

"Yes,you dork"