Excuse me, missie.

"Heyy, you." a voice calls at me from behind, as a shift towards where it comes from. "Yeah, you over there. I wanna order." Right, I am a waitress, I am still getting used to this new job and everything that comes with it. I quickly turn around and walk over to the table where the voice is coming from. A group of young men in their twenties are sitting at the table smoking and drinking tequila.
"Yes? What would you like?" I ask rather shyly I am still not so confident in my new position.
"We'll have ten more shots, missie." says one of them at the back of the table. His smile immediately catches my eye, there is something warm radiating from it. Although, this is in contrast with his overall appearance. His arms are strong one of which is completely covered in tattoos and his hair is cut really short. He is wearing some sort of white tank. I must've staring too much because one of his friends gently nudged me.
"Baby, we all know Oliver is charming, but we still wanna get our drinks today." he finishes and they all start laughing. I interrupt their stupid joke by saying, "Yeah, of course, coming right up, and for the record, I don't think your charming, Oliver. I was just startled by your rudeness when you called me a 'missie?' ."
I don't wait for his response, instead, confidently walk off. What an outrageous behavior that I have to endure.