"What?!" Kylie's facial expression went from calm to shocked in seconds. "Cece, that's huge."

"I know right!" I tell her while I'm sitting down in a chair as she is braiding my hair. "They have to go through a couple of more meetings before they leave soon. They actually asked if I would go with them."

"Did you say yes?"

"No."

"Wait, so you said no?"

"No, like --ugh, it's kind of complicated." I said. "I told them I would figure out something soon."

"When did they ask you?" Kylie asked me.

"Over a week ago." After saying that, I feel her hand lightly smack the side of my head. I rubbed the area where she smacked me and looked at her through the mirror.

"It's been an entire week, and you still haven't given them an answer. What is stopping you from saying anything?"

"Ky, you know Frank won't allow-"

"Never mind what that asshole does. He can go get butt raped by a bunch of disease ridden homeless men in a dark alley somewhere." She went back to my hair.

"You never under-exaggerate with your descriptions, Kylie." I laughed at her.

"I'm being so serious though. He's got you working your butt off just so that he can look at it." She ranted. "Hell, today was supposed to be your day off!"

"Tell me about it. Told me this morning to come in because Emma and Randy suddenly aren't able to clock in today so I have to take their shifts." I explain. "He could have asked one of the new team members to take them, but no, it just had to be me."

"You need a break; like a real one. Maybe you should use your vacation time now." She hinted. "Go to Warped with your friends. It may only be for a few weeks, but anything is better than staying here all summer. Go have fun with the band and live for once. Hell will always be here when you come back."

I took in her words and they stuck with me for a bit. Her hands finally leave my head to show off her masterpiece. Since I let her do whatever she wanted, Kylie fashioned my hair into a french fishtail braid. Small parts of what's left of my bangs still framed my face but not too much to where it is in my eyes. I thanked her for doing my hair as we left the bathrooms and proceeded to start working.
I'm not even suppose the be working today! I have been working for almost 2 weeks straight with overtime, so I thought that taking this one off might be able to give me some rest. Granted with all of the hours, my pay is going to be looking huge, but not for the sake of my mentality. I just pray I have the strength and patience to get through the day.

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A few minutes more and then my break will be over. I'm so happy that I got my car back now, that way I wouldn't have to walk or ride my board over to somewhere to get me something to eat. I filled up my stomach so now I'm filling up my lungs with smoke from my hookah pen. It's the only thing that will relax me on the job since I don't smoke real cigarettes and I don't have any weed on my person. Plus I like the taste & it won't get me too fucked up on the job. A couple more hits and I go back inside the tavern. I clock in and place my stuff back in my locker only to get noticed by my boss, Frank. Even without directly looking at him, I can still feel his eyes bore into me. I try to ignore it as I get back to serving people.
As soon as my half-apron is tied around my stomach, Kylie comes up by my side and whispers, "Three people just landed in your station and two of them are ridiculously hot. "

She pointed towards the direction where three people sat in a booth at my station: two guys and one girl. I looked at Kylie and then back at the booth. She flashed me a sly smile as I went over there with a pad and couple of menus in my hand. Before I could reach them, the shorter one of the guys gets up and heads over to the restroom.

I still went over to the booth to greet them. "Hi there, welcome to Olde Towne. I'll be your server this evening. What can I start you off with to drink?"

The guy answered first and while I took down his order, I made notice of the tattoos that covered his arms, hands and part of his neck. Granted that he is wearing a regular black tee, I'm sure that he still has more covered up. I took the girl's drink order next and noticed that their other companion is still gone.

"Would your friend like anything?" I asked absentmindedly. I know it wouldn't take me long to get back, but I didn't want their friend to feel left out.

"Just bring him your guys' best beer." The guy smiled at me, and it almost took me by surprise how attractive he looks. I shook out the thought, mentally telling myself that I'm here to work; not to flirt.

"Is your friend is or over the legal age for drinking?" At the moment I wouldn't care if he's 16, but my prowler could be anywhere right now. The two looked at each for a quick second and let out a little laugh. The girl looked at me this time.

"We can vouch for him. He's legal." I sighed as I spoke to her.

"Alright, I believe you, but he still has to show me proof when he gets back. Company policies is all. I'll be back with your drinks in the meantime." I walk off the go place their orders when not even getting so much as a few feet away, I bump into someone. Their hands instantly grab onto my arms as if to stable our balance from attempting to fall. We both say sorry at the same time before I finally get a good look at the person. He was the friend of the group that left to go to the bathroom earlier. The first thing that I noticed about him, besides his messy ginger hair, is that he's extremely attractive. I tried to repress the thought as I apologized again and ran off quickly before he could say anything.
I give the orders to the people in the back of the house while I went to serve another table. Even if it was for a few seconds, they provided me with a distraction until I came to pick up the drink orders. I place the alcoholic beverages on the tray, including the Budweiser and headed towards the booth where all of their eyes landed on me.

"Here are your drinks," I place them on the table and then I turned to the one who I bumped into earlier. I held my hand out to him," Before you can guzzle this down, I need proof that you're legal."

He flashed a small smile as he reached into his pocket and presented me his identification. His friends were laughing as I examined it.

"It's not our fault you look like a 16-year-old girl with facial hair, Ashby." The girl teased him and he playfully flipped her off. I gave him back his ID and handed him his drink, which he seemed very happy to see.

"Any thoughts on what you might like to eat?" I asked them as they peer into the menus.

"I'll just have the naked pizza with basil garlic." The girl responded and kindly handed me back the menu.

"The 14 oz. sirloin sounds good to me." The brunette man said.

"And how would you like that cooked?" I wrote done his order as he said medium rare. I looked at the last one as he still glanced at the menu. "Would you like more time to think about what you want?"

"I know I'm craving chicken right now, I'm just not sure what kind to get." He said as he curved the side of his mouth into a little pout face. I asked him if he wanted more time to think it over and if I should come back, but he insisted on me to stay. He took a few more seconds before he said something.

"Fuck it, just surprise me." He smiled up at me, and I could've sworn that my jaw had dropped.

"Sir, are you p-positive about your decision? I can list you a couple of options, i-if you'd like." I mildly stuttered.

"I'm positive that I will devour whatever your sweet self will give me." He handed me the menu with the smile still peering on his face. I quickly excused myself as I grabbed the rest of items and ran off to the kitchen to avoid myself from blushing too hard. I give the cooks the orders and stood aside to take a quick breather.

What is wrong with you, Cheyenne? You need to keep it together. I mentally told myself. Never mind the fact that the ginger guy is extremely good looking and distracting... God he's so cute. Dammit, I forgot his name. NO! Stop it, Cheyenne! You can focus on him later, now get back to your job.

Kylie caught me coming out of my little hiding spot and eyed me slyly. I caught a few more people sitting over in my station so I went over to Jade to get more menus.

"Told you they were hot." She whispered to me as she handed me menus. I stuck my tongue out at her as I went to greet more customers. Couples, families, friends and even loners came in; one after the other. There's barely enough servers to contain them all, so we are all running to keep everyone satisfied. I've waited four tables alone when the booth trio's food orders finally finished. It was too much food for me to carry all at once, so I asked one of our new team members to help me out since they didn't seem too busy. We carried the trays of food over to their booth, where the trio's eyes caught our movement.

"I'm terribly sorry for the wait." I told them as soon as we were in an earshot away. They immediately assured us that everything was alright. "Okay, naked pizza for the lovely lady."

"Thank you! This looks so yummy." Her grin widened at the sight of her dish.

"The sizzling sirloin for the gentleman in the back." I handed him the dish. "Be careful, it is still hot."

"I'll try not to burn myself." He gladly took the dish. I tried too hard not to focus so closely on his ginger friend, even though he wasn't making any attempts to stop looking at me. "And for Mr. Budweiser himself, Roasted Chicken Thighs with Lemon and Oregano. Hopefully this surprise will be to your liking."

He laughed at my little comment. "It definitely is. Looks amazing too."

I turned to the newbie. "Gracias, Marisol. Usted puede ir a la cocina." (Thanks, Marisol. You can go back to the kitchen.)I knew that she has trouble adjusting to English, so I figure that I thank her in her native tongue. She understood as she smiled and left me. "Is there anything else you all would like? Refills perhaps?"

Only the guys asked for refills of their drinks. As I was about to leave, the girl asked for my attention. I waited for her to say something until she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her.

"Siento molestarte como este, pero me preguntaba si mi amigo aquí puede conseguir su número?" (I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I was wondering if my friend here can get your number?) She made it obvious that she's talking about Mr. Budweiser.
"Él no sabe que yo estoy haciendo esto, pero él cree que eres muy bonita." (He doesn't know that I'm doing this, but he thinks that you're really pretty.)

That actually took me by surprise. I looked at everyone in the booth, including the one she's talking about. His facial expression looked totally confused. I'm guessing that he can't understand her, so this makes it easier to reply back.

"Su amigo parece un buen tipo, pero si él quiere mi número, me puede preguntarse a sí mismo." (Your friend seems like a nice guy, but if he does want my number, he can ask for it himself.) I explained to her, and quickly added, "No quiero ofender, pero esa es la clase que voy a." (I mean no offense, but that's the kind I go for.)

Immediately after I say that, the brunette guy starts laughing like crazy. I guess he understood us, whereas his friend is still clueless. The girl nodded her head at me and let go of my hand. I told them that I would be back with their refills. As I left, I could overhear the guy demanding the girl what she asked me. I felt a smile creep up on my face as I went back to the task at hand. As I waited for the refills, I hear someone call me name and turn around to see my boss, Frank, looking very unhappy.

"Yes, Fr- Mr. Mendez?" I greeted him, my insides turning inside out by the way he looked at me.

"I saw what you did. That was not appropriate server behavior you pulled back there." He said sternly.

Umm, what? "I don't know what you mean by that, sir."

"I saw how you were flirting with the people over by that booth. It is complete improper etiquette for someone like you who is on the clock working."

Excuse me?! Are you really serious right now? Of all the times to mess with me, now is REALLY not the time. "I'm sorry, but I was not at all flirting. I am not that type of person to do such a thing, especially in my work environment. They just simply asked me a personal question, which I responded with an appropriate answer. I was just being kind, but apparently it gets accused for something else. I promise I won't try and attempt to flirt with the customers, even though I did no such thing. Now if you'll excuse, I have to get back to satisfy the customers you put me with, properly. Thank you for setting me right."

He looked at me with angry eyes and tried to tower over me, however it didn't intimidate me at all. We've been at each others throats for the longest time, but today he is severely pushing my fucking buttons. Instead of blowing fumes like I thought he would, he put a mischievous smile on his face and leaned down towards me.

"As long as you work here, my dear, you have to do whatever I say. I give the orders around here, not you. You're just a server or whatever I want you to be. Now you go take care of your other customers, while I go take those people their refills. Do I make myself clear, Miss Campbell?"

I wanted to punch him right then and there, but I had to sadly repress my temptation. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" He gripped the base of my chin with his fingers, and I hesitated to slap them away instantly.

"Yes, sir." I said through clenched teeth. He let out a laugh and said to me "That's my girl" and walked off. I stood there with what looked like the very fires from hell spewing through my nose. My hands clenched with feeling of wanting to punch something, but I didn't want to cause a scene. I did what he told of me and went back to taking care of my other customers. Kylie noticed that there was something off about me, but I couldn't let her know what just happened just yet. I would eventually tell her but not right now.
Just to make matters even worse on my end, in the middle of carrying very hot dishes of food to a booth nearby, I didn't see the fragments of ice there were right below me. I slip and fall onto the floor, the impact so loud that everyone's attention turned to me. Not only did my knee kiss the tile floor, but plates of hot food crashed and covered me in a mess. I didn't dare meet anyone's eyes as I began to hastily begin picking up the broken pieces off the floor. My anxiety starts to pick up as I can feel every pair of eyes in the entire restaurant bore into me. I hear the footsteps of people coming over to help me, but one of them looked strangely peculiar.

"Hey, are you alright?" I look up to see Mr. Budweiser himself crouching down to my level. He must've had a clear view to my little accident. "Do you need some help?"

I would gladly take his offer if I didn't see Frank glaring at me through the corner of my eye. My pride got the best of me as I tried to ignore my rescuer's helpful attempts.

"You fell pretty hard, do you need help getting up?" He reached out his hand to me, but I just kept picking up the remains of the ruined food around me. I could almost feel tears trying to escape from my eye sockets, but I tried to stop them.

"It's alright, I'm fine." I kept looking down as I tried to regain my balance to stand up, but the throbbing in my knee prevented that. I stumble under my crippled-ness, but Mr. Budweiser caught me in his arms. Thank goodness Kylie stepped in not more than a second later to take his place to helping me up on my feet. I felt bad about refusing his heroic attempts so I whispered a 'thank you' to him before Kylie and another coworker helped me go into the back lounge. They both sat me down in a chair where they proceeded to clean and fix me up. My right knee kept throbbing like it was in the rhythm of my own increased heartbeat, and the pain increased when Kylie smeared some rubbing alcohol on it. She and the other person, Justin managed to get rid of any access food particles still on my person and bandaged any wounded part of me before Frank walked in.

"Nice little scene you caused out there." He said as soon as he saw me. "You do know that all of that damaged kitchenware you broke is going to have to come out of my money, right?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?" My words came out before I could process what I just said, but the anger surging through my veins told me to keep going. "Is that really all you can think about right now? I literally just busted my ass out there following your orders and all you think about is a little bit money that you're going have to pay?"

"You're forgetting who you're talking to, little girl." He gave me a look and tried to be stern, but it was only fueling my anger.

"No, I know exactly who I'm talking to." I stood up even with my coworkers trying to protest me. "I'm talking to an arrogant, egotistical, self-righteous asshole of a boss who cares more about his precious cover image than of the safety of his employees."

"Watch it, Campbell. You're pushing it." He pointed his finger at me.

"I'm pushing it? Me??" My voice raised an octave. "No, you're pushing it with me working overtime for almost three weeks now! I work my ass off day and night just trying to keep you and our customers happy, but noooooo, apparently that's not enough to satisfy your fucking expectations. Everything was fine, until they brought you in to replace Henri. He actually cared for the joint and everyone in it. I wished he had stayed that way I wouldn't have to deal with your fucking ass! You think that you own me and can use me however you like, but you clearly can not!"

I know I'm making him mad, but I don't really give a shit. He made me snap so he's going to hear what I have to say, whether he likes it or not.

He stepped closer to me whereas everyone else stepped back, a few of them even left the room. "As long as you're my employee, Miss Campbell, I kind of do own you. So I suggest you get your little act together, apologize to me and get back to work."

"First off, You don't own me because I'm not your fucking slave and I never will be! Second, I'm not going to apologize to expressing my fucking dignity in this place." I spewed venom through my teeth at him. "And last but not least, hear's something you probably never heard before: Go Fuck Yourself!!"

Everyone stared at me in shock as I stormed off to the back to collect my things. As soon as I grabbed my belongings, he glared at me with such anger. "If you leave, don't ever come back!"

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Frank!!" I yelled at him as I walked to the door. Before I slammed it on his face, I told him. "Oh, and by the way, I FUCKING QUIT!!"

I stormed out of the place and drove off as fast as I could. There's no way you can make me escape that place fast enough. I race through traffic to get home without causing an accident or killing anybody. Thank god there was nobody home just yet, so I let out all of my anger in one loud scream. It sounded so blood curling that it even scared me. I raced towards my room and propped onto my before before discarding my work clothes. It took me a couple of minutes of silence to reflect on what just happened.

What did I just fucking do?

Notes

Day at Work

Sooooooo, that was pretty interesting. You guys get to see what she had to go through in a place like that. Even got a peak at her dark side a little bit. It took a lot out of me to write this chapter but I hope you guys like it. Let me hear some feedback, please? I would to hear to you guys.
Happy hunting and try not to kill anybody. I mean it. You can bite off their heads and curse them out but that's it. Just be good, don't use me as a role model.

~Momo J