When Angela was done showing you the ropes, you were already quite exhausted before your first shift even began. Getting your life rewritten by your roommate, your gender flipped around, being fired by your asshole boss and being rehired for a job that you had absolutely no experience in within less than a day will do that to you. Giving out a big yawn, you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, reminding yourself that yawning wasn't very ladylike. Thankfully you would only have to do this until Midnight.
You waited by the front entrance with the rest of the other waitresses, all of you clad in your uber-sexy Blue Jays outfits until like a dam burst, a horde of various men and a smattering of women came pouring through the door. Karen the greeter had a devil of a time organizing the ones who were here to eat and drink to their seats, while the ones who wanted to bump and grind on the dance floor were burdened to find their own way. Angela grabbed your shoulder from behind you, and said “You're up, Ashley.”
“Kay, thanks” you said nervously. Slowly, you walked up to a table filled with four guys, and once you realized who they were, you gulped with dread. How could you have not recognized them?
“Hey sweet thing” said Hector coyly. Hector was the dishwasher from next door at Casa Hermana. He was a quite well built and handsome dude, even managing to pull off the shaved head look well. Just the day before you were having a debate with him over which Emma was sexier, Stone or Roberts, with you arguing in the former's defense. Now you were on the other side of that debate, the piece of meat who was being lusted after. He gave you a look of recognition, but you realized that this Hector had never known you, the former Ash Kuhn, the twenty something white guy still trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He knew Ashley Kuhn, the sheltered brunette bombshell completely naive to her own beauty and power over men.
“Hey there, big fella” you responded in kind, trying to keep the conversation light and friendly. If you could avoid having to play up the seductress role for a while, that would help you cope with this gonzo new road in your life.
“We couldn't miss our favorite girl on her first night” he replied to your response. “We just wanted you to know that the boys next door are still thinking about you.”
“T-thanks” you stuttered. Absentmindedly, you began playing with your hair, a habit that you didn't have as a man, but the magic spell must have subconsciously decided that you have now.
Sitting next to Hector were Eddie, Tomas, and Floyd, who also worked in the kitchen. You were very nervous at how they were going to treat you based on what Juan the manager earlier. That you were all they talked about, which implied that all that they talked about is how much they wanted to fuck you. You grabbed your notepad.
“S-so what will you lovely guys be having?”
“Oh, we'll start off slow” said Hector. “Just four Irish Car Bombs please. If that'll be OK with you, Ashley?”
You wrote down their order. “Perfectly fine. Anything to eat?”
“Curly fries for me I guess” said Tomas absentmindedly, who was the fattest of the group, but not extraordinarily so. He was just a little chubby.
“You got it” writing down Tomas's order as well in the shorthand scribbles that Angela had taught you to write in.
“I guess I'll take a hamburger with some mustard and onions” said Eddie, who was eyeing you up and down.
“I like you with curly hair.”
“Thank you” you said quietly. “So that'll be everything then, gents?”
The four men nodded.
“Kay, I'll go fill that out for you, and I'll be back shortly.”
As you began to walk away, you heard a comment being made about you.
“God damn, you walk in heels so well, it makes me sad you never wore them next door” said Floyd. “They really show off that sweet ass of yours.”
You craned your neck around and smiled at Floyd, your white teeth highlighted by your ruby red lips. You gave him a little wiggle of the junk in your trunk, causing all four men to hoot and holler uproariously. You saw in the corner of your eye Angela smiling.
You walked up to the bartender and the short order cook in the back kitchen and placed their order.