- What's our best wine? She asked.
- Hold on. I'll get it for you. But I can't believe you actually told the other one not to smoke. Tommy laughed.
- You saw it? Kitty asked and picked up two wine glasses from the shelf. She realized probably all the staff was watching her from the distance. That must have been the event of the year or something.
- I'm serious Jersey, you keep those two happy but in line and behaving I swear this job is yours. Tommy said and lowered his voice. He stood really close to Kitty and continued:
- They make the other waitresses somehow uncomfortable and there's not talking to them. But they order expensive stuff, pay well and leave generous tips. They're good customers and I don't want to lose them or others like them. Kitty nodded.
- Okay. You got yourself a deal ...if you promise never to call me Jersey again. She said.
- Got it. Snooki... Tommy said and winked at Kitty. Before Kitty had a change to really yell at him he walked to back of the bar to get that wine. Sandy walked to Kitty holding a broomstick. She had been clearing the floor from glass all this time.
- I see you got back alive. She said.
- I don't care what Tommy says. I get a creepy feeling about those guys. I swear sometimes they looks at girls like predators look at prey. Sandy shook her head and rolled her eyes. Kitty wished she could say Sandy was just imagining it but all that sounded too probable.
- Here. Tommy said and gave Kitty the bottle she asked for. Kitty opened it and pour some into the glasses she had picked up earlier. She placed the glasses on a trey and held onto the tray begging to get the courage to walk back to the two predators. She noticed Sandy was looking at her about to say something.
- I'm just nervous with trays. I'm afraid I'll drop something. Kitty tried to explain.
- Right. Who isn't. Sandy said and turned away. Kitty took a deep breath and lifted the tray. Her legs were saying no, but she forced herself to start walking.
Kitty got back to the cabinet without dropping the tray or pouring the glasses on the way. But as she got closer to the vampires she felt the air being sucked out of her lungs. She had to remind herself to breathe.
- Here you. Two glasses of wine. She said and slowly put both of the glasses on the table. She was afraid to reach her hand too close to either one of the vampires. Then she just stood there waiting for the next order. The vampires didn't even look at her during this whole time. The one who had the glasses had taken them off and was cleaning them with a napkin. They didn't say a word, not to Kitty or each other. Then the one cleaning up the glasses slowly placed them back to his eyes and looked up to Kitty:
- Okay, carry on, won't you. Kitty startled and without saying anything turned back to walk away. Well he's definitely British. Kitty thought after hearing his accent more clearly and as she was walking out she and back to the bar side of the club she heard the other one shouting from the table:
- Merci beaucoup.
- You saw it? Kitty asked and picked up two wine glasses from the shelf. She realized probably all the staff was watching her from the distance. That must have been the event of the year or something.
- I'm serious Jersey, you keep those two happy but in line and behaving I swear this job is yours. Tommy said and lowered his voice. He stood really close to Kitty and continued:
- They make the other waitresses somehow uncomfortable and there's not talking to them. But they order expensive stuff, pay well and leave generous tips. They're good customers and I don't want to lose them or others like them. Kitty nodded.
- Okay. You got yourself a deal ...if you promise never to call me Jersey again. She said.
- Got it. Snooki... Tommy said and winked at Kitty. Before Kitty had a change to really yell at him he walked to back of the bar to get that wine. Sandy walked to Kitty holding a broomstick. She had been clearing the floor from glass all this time.
- I see you got back alive. She said.
- I don't care what Tommy says. I get a creepy feeling about those guys. I swear sometimes they looks at girls like predators look at prey. Sandy shook her head and rolled her eyes. Kitty wished she could say Sandy was just imagining it but all that sounded too probable.
- Here. Tommy said and gave Kitty the bottle she asked for. Kitty opened it and pour some into the glasses she had picked up earlier. She placed the glasses on a trey and held onto the tray begging to get the courage to walk back to the two predators. She noticed Sandy was looking at her about to say something.
- I'm just nervous with trays. I'm afraid I'll drop something. Kitty tried to explain.
- Right. Who isn't. Sandy said and turned away. Kitty took a deep breath and lifted the tray. Her legs were saying no, but she forced herself to start walking.
Kitty got back to the cabinet without dropping the tray or pouring the glasses on the way. But as she got closer to the vampires she felt the air being sucked out of her lungs. She had to remind herself to breathe.
- Here you. Two glasses of wine. She said and slowly put both of the glasses on the table. She was afraid to reach her hand too close to either one of the vampires. Then she just stood there waiting for the next order. The vampires didn't even look at her during this whole time. The one who had the glasses had taken them off and was cleaning them with a napkin. They didn't say a word, not to Kitty or each other. Then the one cleaning up the glasses slowly placed them back to his eyes and looked up to Kitty:
- Okay, carry on, won't you. Kitty startled and without saying anything turned back to walk away. Well he's definitely British. Kitty thought after hearing his accent more clearly and as she was walking out she and back to the bar side of the club she heard the other one shouting from the table:
- Merci beaucoup.
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