Disclaimer: Although it would be amazing if I owned Harry Potter and all things associated with it, I do not. Sad Day.
- - - -Hot Stuff- - - -
"Hey Hot Stuff! How about you set that tray down and sit with me and my buddies huh?"
"Hey sexy, why don't you come home with me tonight?"
"Yeah, work it baby, you know you got it!"
"Hey how's about a drink...on me...or ON you?"
'Pigs. All of them.' The waitress thought angrily, as she plastered a smile on her face, and continued to swish her hips.
The whistles and taunts followed her until she had reached the relative safety of the kitchen.
"GOD! Are all men always such jerks?" she asked Toby the Kitchen Boy.
Toby laughed as he placed another martini glass carefully in the sink, "when you work at a "Gentlemen's Club" they are..."
She scoffed, "Don't try to make it sound better. It's a strip club. I can't believe I'm working at a strip club."
"Well, look at the bright side..." Toby said, stacking the martini glass on the drying rack, "at least you're not stripping at a strip club." and he left to get more dirty glasses from the ever growing stack.
The waitress forced a laugh. 'How did this happen to me? ME? I was top in my class! I graduated from one of the finest schools! What is wrong with me that I can't get a job! I can't even get a fast food job!! I'm here...'
"Don't think about it too much." Tony said, returning and observing her scrunched up face, "it's just temporary right? You said so yourself."
"Yeah, I said that...2 years ago."
"Hey, cheer up, I'm sure it's not that bad. I mean, guys hooting at you must boost your self esteem a little right?" he asked her jokingly as he handed her a fresh tray from the bar.
"Yeah...right... what tables do these go to?"
Toby looked at her blank faced.
"God Toby, do I have to do EVERYTHING??" she teased, and with that she braced herself to leave the sanctuary of the kitchen.
"Hey Bobby! What tables to these go to?" she yelled at the bartender from over the counter, motioning at the tray full of beers and shots.
The reply was muffled.
"WHAT??" she screamed, trying to be heard above the pulsing music and catcalls.
"TABLE 6!"
"ALL OF THEM?"
"Yeah"
"WHAT??"
"YES!"
"Got it!"
She began to wind her way through the tables of jeering men, towards the stage. When she finally reached table six, seven men were anxiously awaiting the arrival of their drinks.
"Here ya' go boys, enjoy" she said coyly, trying to disguise the disgust and resentment on her face. The five men descended upon the drinks, giggling and laughing without so much as even looking at the waitress that came to serve them. Finally one of them looked up.
"Hey pretty lady, why don't you come sit with us? Or on us…or something…You know, what you gals are supposed to do."
She bat her eyes flirtatiously and politely declined.
The man ran his hand through his hair, "Look, my friends here found it appalling that I've never been to a strip club before, therefore, I am here. I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm sorry if I've offen-"
"AWW Come ON! Give him a lap dance! Let's go baby!"
The waitress placed a small smile on her face, and slowly made her way over to the man who interrupted. She gently sat down on his lap as she swung her legs around to straddle him. She laced her fingers through his hair and leaned down so her lips were inches away from the offender's. She heard the rest of the party cheering him on.
She leaned in closer to his lips and whispered, "Get a life you moron." And with that, she shoved her handful of hair back, knocking his head backwards. She got off of him, and turned to the new kid, "Maybe you should consider new friends." And with that, she walked off, followed by cheers from the very drunk party at table 6.
The waitress barged angrily through the kitchen doors, "I swear Toby, I hate this job. I hate it I hate it I hate it! Hatehatehatehate THIS JOB!" She plopped angrily down on the stool by his feet.
"You should let the other girls handle it for a while. They actually like going out there an-"
"I hate the music, I hate the smell, I hate the outfits, I hate the place, and most of all, I HATE having to go out there and SERVE those, those self centered, annoying, disgusting, irresponsible BAS-"
"ORDER UP!"
The waitress swore under her breath, "We'll talk when I come back."
"And where is this going Bobby?"
"Table 1…Hey, keep your temper down next time."
"Hey, they deserved it!"
"You and your hot temper. Stop thinking and talking and do what you're hired for."
The waitress flicked him off and picked up the tray of drinks. Once again she made her way around the tables until she came to table one.
"Here ya' go boys!" she said, setting the tray down and serving out the drinks. The men at table one were the exact opposite of table six. They did not pay attention to the drinks whatsoever. Instead they focused all of their attention on her.
"Come on baby, hike that skirt up a little shorter!"
"Woo! Hot Stuff!"
"Yeah! How about bending over girl?"
Someone slapped her butt. 'I cannot BELIEVE I have to put up with this…"
Suddenly the stage lights came on, and the announcer came onstage.
The waitress turned her attention back to the table and problem at hand, "Alrighty boys, let me serve the drinks and then we can talk…favors."
The comment was greeted with whistles and hoots. The announcer was announcing the next few acts, the same old, same old. But apparently the boys loved it, and kept coming back. The waitress momentarily looked up to see the first act coming on stage. She was a young girl and didn't quite know what she was doing, even though she had been working for a few months now.
She turned her attention back to the table, "Who ordered the tequila? And the…Heineken?…How about the Miller Lite? Last but not least, who ordered the…round of shots?" Once she had all the drinks handed out, she glanced up once again at the stage.
The young girl was still on. The waitress could tell that she was trying so hard to be sexy and attractive. 'I guess you gotta keep a job…'
She wound her way back through the tables, and once again slammed into the kitchen.
"Is Flower up yet? She's my favorite." Toby asked, peeking through the small round window on the door.
"Speaking of pigs…" she muttered to him.
"Hey, she's a classy girl…"
"HA! CLASSY? Toby, she STRIPS for a LIVING…She makes a living out of degrading herself!"
"Yes, but she does it with class!"
The waitress couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, 'I guess all men are alike.'
"Come on, let me help you with some of these dishes."
"No, it's ok, I mean, I got it. You really don't need to help me."
"No, come on! It'll go faster with two people."
"You'll get your uniform dirty. Or wet. Or something."
"Toby. It's a bikini top that looks like a sailors uniform with a skirt that doesn't even cover my –"
"ORDER UP"
They exchanged looks, "I swear I'll help you out when I get back."
"WHERE ARE THE OTHER GIRLS???" She screamed at Bobby.
"I don't know, probably doing their jobs, and giving the customers lap dances!" he shouted back at her meaningfully.
"Can it. Where is this going to?"
"These three are table six, and these two are table seventeen."
"Got it."
She sighed and once again meandered through the tables. Table seventeen was closest, so she headed for that one first. It was occupied by two rather suspicious looking men, both in suits, huddled in the corner booth.
"Hey there boys, I got your drinks right here."
"Yeah right here, thanks doll." One of the men said, as he handed her a twenty.
"Would you like change?" she asked, baffled as to why he handed her a twenty.
"Tip. Fast service, Good looking." He said, and he turned back to his partner and immersed him once again in conversation.
She shook her head, but pocketed the money. Then she made her way over to table six again.
"Hey baby, back again? Couldn't get enough of me huh?"
The first timer tried to catch her gaze, the expression on his face clearly was trying to tell her that he was sorry about his friends.
"Nope, just doing my job, sir." And she set the tray down on the table, "Dig in." and she walked away, vaguely hearing the announcer on the stage.
"Flower is coming on next!" she screamed in through the doors of the kitchen, and she made her way around to the back of the bar.
"Okay, I'm going on break." She said, to Bobby, beginning to take off her sailor hat.
"Hey, do me one last favor, and take this drink to the stage bar."
The waitress looked at the bartender incredulously, "Are you for real?"
"Just do it, and then I swear you can go on break."
She groaned and took the drink from him, "where is this going again?"
"The stage bar."
'Of course it HAS to be the stage bar…' she thought to herself. She hated the stage bar. The most disgusting perverts sat up there all the time. The ones with pockets full of ones, and lots of money for change.
She wound her way past the two men on table seventeen, and the seven guys on table six, past the rowdy boys at table one, and finally made it to the stage bar.
Flower was onstage. She was pretty in her own odd way. But then again, all the women here were gorgeous. They weren't the most popular strip club for nothing.
She searched for the man that ordered the drink, and realized that she didn't get a description from Bobby. 'I'm gonna kill him'.
"Who ordered the glass of wine? Who ordered the glass of – woah!" her foot caught on someone's pulled out chair, spilling the contents of the glass all over a patron sitting at the bar.
"That was my wine you just spilled all over me."
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry sir. I'll get another one right away."
Then she whirled on the offending chair and it's occupant. He stood to face her and apologize.
"…Lily?"
A/N: I hope you like this one! It's going to be a bit crazy until all the details get added in, but hopefully it'll be good! Review please!!!