Ok...something you should all know. I work at a lodge...and the other day we were DEAD...meaning we had NO customers what so ever! So wandering around, I began to wonder...what would it be like if Organization XIII came in to eat? XD How would they act here?
So that's where this idea came from. This fanfic really has no plot to it other than the Organization coming to the Lodge to eat...it's rather pointless, actually. Though I still haven't finished it. Other than the organization, the Lodge, people and rooms are REAL. Though...of course...this didn't ACTUALLY happen (If you think it did, go see a shrink...right now...)
First, a little Introduction on the characters you don't know...
Me The one telling the story (Jessy/Blue)
JOB: Bus girl
AGE: 18 (Just about...CAN IT!)
Tall, long dirty blonde hair, green eyes
Megan
JOB: Bus girl
AGE: 17
tall, blonde hair, humungo breasts, ditsy, lazy, and MAKES ME DO ALL THE DISHES DAMNIT!
Amanda
JOB: Waitress
AGE: 21
A Good worker, best waitress, short, hates her shortness, cute, blonde hair, tends to LOOK angry all the time, but she jokes around occasionally.
Shawna
JOB: Waitress
AGE: 20...something...older than Amanda
Pregnant, bitchy, strawberry hair, fat...well...big, but a decent worker
Lindsay
JOB: Bar tender
AGE: 20...something. older than Amanda, younger than Shawna.
Short, a helluva good singer, kind, long blonde hair, cute.
Barbara & Leroy
JOB: Bosses
AGE: kinda... . ...old...
Barbara is skinny, with short, brown hair. Leroy's big, reminds me of a bear, he's playful, but is very serious about his business. Don't even THINK about trying to take money away from him.
Though I do actually like working for them. Overall they're very kind people D
CHAPTER ONE
"Could you set up for tonight?"
I nodded to my boss pleasently before walking into the dining room to set up the tables for our guests.
"Fork, baby fork, spoon, knife...fork, baby fork, spoon, knife...oi..." I chuckled as I finished up another placing and moved on to the next.
Amanda came up from behind me, "Oh, could you set up the oriental room for thirteen?"
"Sure! Reservation?"
"Yeah, they asked for the whole room. So don't worry about squishing the seats."
I laughed, "There' no way I could fit thirteen at that one table, anyway."
Megan walked in the oriental room a few moments after me.
"Well you took your time." I teased, but secretly I was loathing her lack of effort. Megan tended to be...slow...in the working department.
"Sorry, Shawn wouldn't stop messing around."
I rolled my eyes and sighed then started to work on the table again.
"Something wierd about this reservation that's coming in."
I wasn't really interested, "...oh...like what?" I asked not taking my attention off of the settings.
"...that it's some sort of cult or something!"
I laughed, "A cult, huh?" I waved a spoon towards her chuckling. I shook my head forgetting what I was going to say, then set the spoon down in it's proper place.
"I'm serious...they called themselves an 'Organization'" she grabbed my arm and pulled me behind the bar where the reservation book was propped open next to the phone, "Look!" she placed her finger on the picture of the oriental room where Organization XIII 6.30 was scribbled down.
My eyes bulged as I stared in misbelief at it for a moment. "...no way..." I whispered under my breath. I shook my head dismissing the very idea of them coming to our little lodge, but couldn't help but get a strange tingling feeling in my chest at the thought. "Could you...finish setting the table? I've got to ask Amanda something..." I asked Megan. She cringed at being asked to work at...well...work, but nodded and left me.
I found Amanda in the salad room making extra salads for our big group coming in.
She placed a tomato on the last salad and looked up at me, "What's up?" she asked.
"About that reservation for thirteen..."
"What about it?"
"Do you know anything about them?"
"No. They aren't from around here. Probably city dwellers."
"Ah...ok..." I turned to the soup and took the lid off, then began stirring the contents.
"Why so interested?" she asked.
"No reason." I smiled a fake smile at her, then left. On my way to the sink I looked over at the clock, "Only thirty more minutes til they get here..." I thought.
When I finished my load of dishes, 6:30 had come by. I stepped out the backroom door and watched for any sign of our reservation. After five minutes I sighed and turned to go back to work when I heard the clopping of a large group of people behind me. I spun around and saw thirteen robed individuals making their way up to the logde. One noticed me and waved. I was taken back...it really WAS them!
I slapped myself back to reality, and spun around.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Shawna asked leaning over the cutting board.
"Gotta find Amanda." I said rushing past her.
I found Amanda greeting the group and leading them into the oriental room. She left them to organize themselves and ran into me on her way into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Uh...Amanda...can...can I have these guys?...Please?" I asked trembling.
She laughed and walked past me, "You're a bus girl. You've only ever waited on one table before, and that was a table of three."
I followed her, "Please? You don't even have to tip me tonight! I'll give you whatever tip they give me! Hell, I'll give you my pay!"
She was taken back a little, "What is it about this table you want so badly?"
"Uh...I want to get...uhm...waitress practice in!"
"If that's the case, you still need to work with smaller."
"PLEASE?"
She looked confused. I had never begged for a table before in the years I had been working there. She thought about it for a minute, then nodded, "Okay...but I'm going to stick around and make sure you do okay."
I was overjoyed. I rushed back into the dining room and grabbed all the menus, then practically skipped into the oriental room. The thirteen customers had taken down their hoods and situated themselves at the three tables. I knew every single one of them.
Xemnas, Xigbar, Xaldin, Zexion, Saix, Demyx, Luxord and Zexion sat themselves at the big table, Axel and Roxas sat at the two-seater, while Larxene, Marluxia, Vexen and Lexaeus sat at the round table. I walked over to the round table where I was immediatley glared at.
"Hi! I'm...Jessica...I'll be you're...ah...waitress this evening!" I said joyfully and nervously handing them menus, "What can I get you to...uh...drink?"
Larxene looked up from her menu with an evil eye, "Rum and Coke. And may god have mercy on you're pathetic soul if it's not cold." she snapped, then returned to scanning the menu.
"Captain Morgan here." Marluxia said without lifting his face from the menu.
"Coors light." Vexen said.
"Same here." said Lexaeus.
"Ok so that's a cold Rum and coke..." Larxene peeked an eye up at me, "...a Captain Morgan, and two Coors light." I repeated writing the drinks down. I smiled and walked over to the big table, "What can I get you guys to drink?" I asked nervously, handing them menus.
"Aw man! Why do we get the runt of the litter?" Xigbar began, "I saw a total babe with nice tits wandering around here earlier."
"Quiet Xigbar, you're insulting the poor girl!" Demyx said. He turned to me, "Don't mind him, he's just after a girl with big breasts and a big ass. I saw you before we came in, I think you're hott."
"Uh...thanks...?" So he was the one that waved at me.
"As if, squirt. They totally got to have nice curves too!" he said drawing curves in the air in front of him with his hands.
I looked back at Megan who was making some coffee. She didn't exactly have nice...curves. Her breasts were big alright, but her legs were tiny in comaparison. I even wondered how she managed to support herself sometimes. Xigbar could probably get a lapdance out of her, but she was already engaged. Thinking about it though, Shawn would probably enjoy the threesome...well...nah...he'd want two GIRLS...not two GUYS. Megan would probably like it though. I staggered at the thought.
"Quit calling me squirt!" Demyx demanded.
"What're you gonna do about it, squirt?" Xigbar laughed. I thought it was cute how Demyx tried to leap over the table to strange him, but Luxord half-hazardly grabbed his hood and pulled him back.
"Get a pepsi for the kid." Xemnas began, getting a major glare from Demyx, "The rest of us will be having Miller light."
"Okay. A pepsi and seven miller light's." I repeated.
"I can handle a Miller light!" Demyx shouted, pouting.
The other guys laughed, and Demyx sunk down in his chair, embarrassed, "Who's stupid idea was it to come here anyway?" he mumbled.
"Aww, does the poor widdle squirt wanna go home?" Xigbar said teasingly.
"Can it!" he snapped back. Demyx made another attempt at Xigbar as I turned to the two-seater, Axel and Roxas.
I handed Roxas a menu smiling. My two favorite members of the organization! Sitting right here in my restauraunt! Well...not MY restaraunt...Barb and Leroy's...but they're here! I couldn't believe it! When I went to hand Axel a menu I was in such disbelief I wouldn't let go of it. It was Axel...AXEL!
"uh..." Axel tugged gently at the menu while Roxas chuckled to himself.
He was sitting here...HERE of all places! Our little lodge in the middle of nowhere!
"Jess...mind...letting go?" Axel asked.
I was snapped back to where I was. Everyone was staring at me, Amanda had approached and was looking worried. I chucked the menu in Axel's face and turned embarrased, "I'M OKAY!...REALLY!" I spun on my heels from Amanda to the table and saw Axel with a burnt face grasping the menu, "GAH! SORRY!"
"It's no biggie. I've had worse. Now about them drinks..."
I straightened myself up and saluted in complete obediance and atentiveness, "Yes sir! What would you like, sir?"
"Stop being so tense." Amanda whispered in my ear.
"Oh...right!" I nodded and slouched a bit.
Axel and Roxas tilted their heads confused, Roxas decided to speak first, "Got any Sprite?" he asked.
I nodded vigorously, "Yes we do, actually!"
"Ok, I'll have that, then." he peeled open his menu and began to glance at the food.
I looked over at Axel who was eyeing me cautiously, "I'll have a Rasberry Smirnoff." he said taking one last unsertain look at me then turning to his menu.
"Aaaaalrighty then!" I beamed, writing down their drinks. I finished up the last 'F' then pranced away.
