In my section now, I have four families and the group of idiotic man-babies who have called me over for the stupidest of things. They're food has been finished for a while now. But since my section is not full and I am not in need of another table. I can't tell them they have to leave. They'll leave in time.
I lean against the wall next to my stand and watch for anything my customers may need. But so far they're all fine. I watch Vincent come out of the kitchen. He walks along the front of the stage over to Peter. I pay attention to them. Since I'm part robot, maybe I can hear what they're saying from here? I can slightly hear their voices, and I focus on that. They're voices slowly become clear and louder.
"I might need you to take over in the kitchen," I hear Vincent say. I can tell by the sound of his voice-even though I hear him loud and clear-that he's trying to be quiet.
"Is Franky giving you trouble?" Peter asks.
I can see Vincent frown, being the one who's facing me. "It's none of your business, Petey."
"Who will serve in my place?" Peter asks.
"Cathy can take over your row." Vincent says.
I can see the back of Peter's head shaking. "She's already having enough trouble as it is."
"Don't talk back, Peter," Vincent snaps. "We've been through this before. If I come out in a few minutes and tell you to go in there, then you're going to do so without grumbling."
"Alright, Vincent." I hear Peter reply, sounding a bit apprehensive.
Vincent's eyes shift slightly, meeting my eyes, and he grins. I see Peter turn and look at me. I look at Peter.
I hear something drop, my eyes snap to see a drink fell of the table where the guys are. One of them looks in my direction, he waves his hand up, "Waitress!"
I stand up from the wall, grabbing some rags off my stand and briskly head over to their table. "Everything all right?" I ask.
The dark haired guy smiles, "Sorry about that, ma'am."
My friendly look fades into a frown. "I'd prefer you to not call me ma'am," I say. I squat where the glass is. I put the glass back on the edge of the table and start cleaning up the soda that spilled.
"Then why don't you tell us your name, babe." The dark haired one says.
I'm about to answer him when I feel pressure on my back end, making me quickly rise and turn around, putting my hand over my butt where I was grabbed. I frown at the blonde one at the edge of the table. "That's not appropriate," I say, uneasy.
He doesn't seem shaken by my response. He grins.
"What's going on here?" I hear Vincent ask from behind me. I look at him and step to the side. I don't think I've actually been happy to hear Vincent's voice.
He stands authoritatively with his hands behind him, his body tall where he looks down on them.
The two younger looking guys look intimidated by Vincent's presence, but the older two, the dark and blonde haired ones that have been giving me trouble don't look bothered by him.
Vincent's gaze moves to me, "Are these guys giving you trouble, Love?"
I feel my face turn warm, having him address me like that in public. I tip my head down to address him respectively, "Just a misunderstanding, I believe, Vincent."
I look up to see Vincent look at the young men. "You gentlemen like the waitress?"
The dark haired one eagerly shakes his head. "She's been very helpful. You should promote her to manager."
Vincent smiles, "I have a meeting with some of my supervisors at the end of the day before we close the restaurant, you should come put a word in for her. I'll let you talk to her alone too, if you'd like."
"At closing time?" The blonde one asks. I watch Vincent nod.
I feel uncomfortable about this. We don't have supervisors. Vincent doesn't even have manager positions. It's just him and the employees. I should warn them. He's probably going to hurt them.
"We'll be there." They say.
"That's not necessary," I say, worried.
Vincent smiles mischievously at me, "Is something wrong?"
I frown at him, then shake my head, "No, Vincent." I say.
"Good. I'll be back out in a little while to check on you," he says and walks away.
I look at the guys sitting at the table. "Is he your boyfriend or something?" The blonde one asks.
"Dating in the workplace isn't very professional," one of the younger one asks. His hair is dyed green. He was cowering when Vincent was here. So was the one with the brown hair, sitting across from him.
"He's not my boyfriend." I say, making sure I'm facing all four of them this time when I squat. I hold the front of my shirt, keeping the low cut top from showing anything to them while I clean up the spilled drink.
"Then why did he call you 'Love'?" The dark haired guy asks.
I look up at him, I know my face is pink again, remembering him calling me that. I look back down at what I'm doing, putting the soaked rag to the side and using another one to continue soaking the soda out of the dark carpet. "I-I'm unsure," I say.
"You gonna tell us your name or not?" One of them asks, I don't bother to figure out which one.
"Alexandra." I say flatly.
"Can we call you Alex?"
"No," I snap, looking up at them. I stand up with the soaked rags. "Please be more careful with your drinks," I say politely then head into the kitchen to put the rags into the hamper on the other side. On my way back out Vincent grabs ahold of me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
"V-Vincent, I have work to do." I protest quickly. I don't know what he's doing.
"If they bother you again, you tell me, alright?" He says.
I nod, "Yes, Vincent." I say.
"And you're not to warn them or discourage them from coming here tonight." He says, something darkening in his voice. "I saw what they did, and they're going to pay the consequences for it."
My eyes widen slightly, "You're not going to kill them, are you?" I ask, worriedly.
"Maybe just the blonde one," he says, turning me around. He's grinning widely. More amused by this than he should be.
"Aren't you under enough suspicion as it is?" I ask, worried he'll be caught.
He hums, "I am. But I've not been caught yet and i am not planning on it anytime soon, so don't worry about me, love."
I nod and he lets me go. I turn around and head out to my section. I go clean up the tables, seeing one of the families have already left. The group of guys leave soon after.
Part of me starts to worry when the day goes on. If Vincent kills one of those guys tonight, then I may not get to leave like I planned. Stupid guys had to behave so badly that they may have ruined my ability to leave this place. Or at least postpone it.
The rest of the day goes smoothly. Vincent took Peter's place about half way through the day. The band did really good, playing a variety of music. The singers are really good. I really like them.
During my break I got to talk to them. They're a small garage band called 'Enchanted' consisting of three guys and three girls. They all grew up together and love playing different types of music.
I hope Vincent hires them again.
I clean up the last of my tables, the dining room is now empty.
I look over to the door, seeing a car pull up. And out of it, four young men exit. They make their way to the door and my heart pounds. I really hope Vincent doesn't kill them.