Post by autumn hali brooks. on Jan 3, 2008 13:53:27 GMT -5
are we having fun
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[/size][/color]Work was finally beginning to take it's toll on Autumn. She had been working at Rifters for a few months now, and while she did like it most days, she was beginning to realize something; she was going to have to give up something. School and work was taking up all of her time, but she made time for other things. It didn't matter, though. Now that winter had arrived, it was all she was going to have time for. She needed the money, and she was working here for school, so those were the most important things right now.
Now that winter had shown it's claws, people had retreated inside, away from the cold weather. This meant more customers for Rifters, which was good for business, but bad for Autumn. She liked work enough, sure, but when you had to deal with the same jerks everyday, it got kind of annoying. The only things keeping her aware were Bianca and Sydney. They both worked with her here, and she was pretty sure that if they weren't around, she wouldn't be, either. It was hard dealing with the same stubborn people everyday, and somehow it managed to get to Autumn every time.
It was just after opening now, and the crowd was starting to build steadily. The booths were filling and so were the seats along the bar. Autumn looked at her tables, wincing when a particularly aggressive group of men sat down at one of them. She'd dealt with them before, and they weren't the nicest people ever to walk the planet. If Autumn didn't work here, she would probably have punched him by now. While most people thought that girls slapped people, Autumn wasn't the kind of person to walk up to someone and slap them across the face. While it was a decent way to get the message across, punching them would get it across even better. Autumn had always had that aggressive streak in her.
She replayed the last time they had been here in her head. It wasn't a particularly busy night, and Autumn only had two booths to handle. She went over to them with menus in hand, placing them in front of the two men with a forced smile on her face. She left to give them some time to decide what they might want to eat, and returned five minutes later with that same forced smile playing on her lips. "Have you decided what you'd like yet?" she'd asked them with her best waitressing manners. One of the guys looked at her and said in a low voice, "How come you're not on the menu, cause you're the only thing I see that I want?" This proved to be the most disgusting comment Autumn had heard all evening, and as she looked at him, she guessed that he was at least ten years older than her. Most of the people that came here were college kids, but not all of them. "Rifters isn't a whore house," Autumn had told him in a tight voice. The two men laughed, and the one who had spoken reached over and grabbed Autumn's hand. "Come on, sweetheart. Try a little something new." Autumn pulled her hand, but he had a firm grip on it. "Get off of me," she told him, sharply. She wasn't panicing, but now she was pissed off. She was just about to punch his lights out for touching her when Craig, one of the bartenders, came over and looked at the two men. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, coolly. The man released Autumn's hand and said in a husky voice, "No." Craig looked over at Bianca and called, "Hey, B! Switch tables with Autumn for the night, would ya?" Then things calmed down a little.
She was ready to go and ask Bianca to switch with her again for the night when she realized what a bad idea it was. That would show fear, and she wasn't afriad of the guys. If they touched her, she was going to get back at them. Maybe she'd spit in their drinks or something. It was subtle and low, but at the moment, Autumn didn't care. If they didn't make the wrong move, everything was going to be fine. If they did, then the men were going to have problems.
