"Vargas! My office. Now!" Lovina cringed at her boss' sudden bellow and icy look.
She was in the middle of cleaning up a now shattered glass cup that had fallen from her tray a few moments ago. Damn, what I wouldn't give for a nice warm bath, she mused to herself as she finished picking up the shards, throwing them away carefully.
She walked past her sister Feliciana on her way to the manager's office, watching as she was trying hard not to eat the pasta on the table in front of her. She also took note at how composed she was with her tray.
Lovina rolled her eyes, what else did she expect? Her twin was always the one to succeed at everything she failed at, even their own family tended to favor Feliciana more. Grandpa always wanted to know how his 'adorable little Feli' was doing, and Papa would want Feli to cook dinner just to ensure their house wouldn't burn down. Their cats even, would go and greet her sister, making sure to use Lovina's bed as the litter box instead of the real thing.
But she was her sister and couldn't imagine life without her.
Lovina took a deep breath before banging on the thick wooden door, which separated her and that miserable excuse for a boss. Why was she in this situation again? Oh that's right…
When I get my hands on that drunken bast-
"Come in." she heard his muffled voice through the door. She swung it open revealing a fogged office that smelled like cigarettes and sweat.
What the hell! Doesn't this man bathe? She never did get used to this kind of odor, no matter the countless times that she's been 'asked' into the room.
"Ya called?" Lovina spat, not wanting to breathe in the filthy stink that surrounded her. She was so fed up with working for such a slob.
She watched as her boss talked through the cigarette in his mouth, oh how she hated smoking. He was a big man, with an army build and short (slightly graying) brown hair. The shady eyes were what bothered her though; they weren't even considered a dark brown, that and he had a weird glint in them that she didn't like thinking about.
"Vargas…" he took the burning stud from his mouth and flicked it to the side, not caring where it landed. Lovina twitched when she heard his raspy cough. "How many times do you have to break things until the message gets through to you?"
"How about you send one to your grimy customers?" venom was thick in her voice as she continued, "I'm not some kind of hooker, I'm a waitress! Tell them to stop pinching my ass!" it was true; the only reason why she was breaking things was because of those drunken deadbeats, who thought that they could get some.
Feliciana on the other hand, wasn't dropping anything, due to the fact that the men knew quite well of Lovina's tendency to shove it where the sun don't shine.
Just thinking of them made her skin crawl in disgust. How could a person treat another with such disrespect?
"Why is that any of my concern?" he asked lazily while relighting another cigarette then shoving it into his mouth. "Customers are customers, they bring in the cash."
Lovina just stared at him blankly. Of course his pretty little help doesn't matter; he only wants the money.
She should have seen this coming, or better yet, her idiot father should have looked for a better job for them.
What can you expect from a big mafia geezer anyway? She thought cruelly, patience thinning.
Lovina was getting furious at their whole charade. This meant that it was time for her to leave, and she had been waiting to say a certain something to this gasbag the moment the first guy groped her.
"Fine then you creepy bastard, you want a better waitress? I QUIT!" she grabbed her frilly pink headpiece and threw it at her former boss' not-so-smug face.
Storming out of the so-called office, she almost ran into her sister who was eavesdropping around the corner.
"Feliciana! You scared the crap out of me you damn wimp!" her sister had tears already in her eyes; she quickly snatched her into a bone crushing hug.
"Lovi~ No you can't lose your job! Go back in there and beg for it back!" Feliciana clung to her sister shaking her up and down. For how tiny she is Lovina was surprised that the little Italian could even pick her off the ground.
"Dammit let go of me Feli! And believe it or not I quit!" she pried Feli's arms from around her and jumped back a foot, just in case her sister had any other plans of entrapment. But she didn't, instead she just stood there with that dreamy spaced-out face that annoyed her so much.
"Ve~ why'd you do that?"
"Because those butt-crotches keep feeling me up and I've had it!" Lovina gestured to the short pink maid's dress she still had on. It consisted of knee high socks with little bows, a tight neckline and black high-heeled shoes.
"Who's a butt-crotch Lovi?" she heard a dainty trill call from behind her. Lovina face-palmed while turning around to see her Hungarian friend prancing towards them.
Elizaveta had already changed into her regular clothes to head home from her shift, but decided to see what the hustle and bustle was about between two Italian sisters. They were at the moment causing quite a seen.
She tucked a piece of long brown hair behind her flower headband and smiled at Lovina, who was like always, scowling with her arms folded.
"Why do you seem so cheery amazon woman?" Lovina growled;Elizaveta was at least a good three inches taller than her. Just looking at how happy she is, is making me feel all barfy.
"Charming as usual," Elizaveta pinched at Lovina's cheeks maybe a little too harshly, leaving red marks behind. Lovina slapped her hands away.
"Don't touch me! That's what got me into this god forsaken mess in the first place!" Lovina shouted to the Hungarian.
"Why what happened?" Elizaveta, now sensing how serious the two other girls were stopped joking.
"Lovi quit her job!" Feli cried and babbled nonsense while flailing her arms around, only proving their Italian genes by each second.
Elizaveta scoffed at Feliciana, hoping that what she had just heard was a joke. "Oh? And why would she do that Feli?"
"Sis said that butt people were touching her crot-!" Feli was abruptly silenced by Lovina's quick slap to the back of her head.
"Do you even bother to think about what you're going to say numbskull?" Lovina shot at Feli, who was now clutching a forming bump.
"Feliciana! Back to work!" Their boss just so happened to witness Feli's beat down while he was walking out of his office.
He returned his attention to the cigarette lying between his lips, throwing the pink headpiece to Lovina's feet in the process. He then walked away into the kitchen to rag on more people.
Lovina threw every obscenity she could think of to the man disappearing into the busy kitchen. She huffed to pick up the headpiece.
Screw the warm bath; I need a basket full of juicy red tomatoes and a bowl of pasta. Just thinking about her tomatoes was cheering her up just a smidge.
When she got back up, she was thrown off guard by Elizaveta, who looked as if she had lost her frying pan.
"Lizzie~, what's wrong?" Feliciana chirped, wandering back from cleaning a nearby table. "You look scared." She waved her free hand that wasn't clutching the tray, in front of Liz's face. "Ve~"
Lovina watched Liz snap out of her day dream, but was stopped again by a sudden chill going down her back, realization stricking her hard.
"What is-" Liz started to say but was interrupted by Lovina.
"Papa going to do?"
This time it was Feli who was picking up broken glass.