Macie's Point of View.
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! I had like 5 in what 2 or 3 hours? This is my second fan fic so..It's a big deal to me lol. Other than that, le chapter 2 at your service ~ Stay Pretty
The DIO was, well lovely. I guess. It's perfect for a cozy first date. That is if you don't mind being date raped. To my right: A bunch of filthy booths covered in booze and left by their previous owners. To my left: A counter with a man working behind it. It's a pretty simple place if you ask me. Food, booze, hot waitresses. No wonder this place isn't out of business yet.
"Excuse me, mister. But do you work here. The DIO?" The man was bald with beads of sweat forming around his mustache. He had blue eyes that were hard to see because they were so small. He kept squinting as he tried to size me up. After a few seconds his tense expression softened up a bit and he let out a chuckle.
"The DIO? You mean the Dingo little miss?" The Dingo? The sign said DIO for sure. Unless I'm hallucinating.
"Excuse me sir, but the sign said DIO for sure."
"Little Missy, we're in the other side of town. Those hoods probably snatched it one night. No need worry. Now what's a lady like you doing here?" A lady like me? What does he mean by that. I'm wearing a short skirt and a really tight shirt, aren't I? How could I not be blend in?
"I need a job." They could defiantly use another worker. The leather seats are torn apart and the stuffing is hanging out. Theres booze all over the tables. All the waitresses are just standing there letting these mindless imbeciles hit on them. Desperate much?
"Well, what would you like to do," the bald man said," you could be a waitress or a bar maid. Which ever suits your abilities the best." He finished of his sentence with a wink. If this man thinks that he could just hit on me like that. Well, he's out of his mind. Must be why he's working here.
"Erm, before we continue. What's your name?" This man could be a total rapist for all I know.
"Graits. Simon Graits." He flashed me a coffee stained smile and let out a huff of air. Tuna. This guy needs to see a dentist. Well at least he didn't seem familiar. At all. A new job and a new house also means a new life.
"Nice to meet you..," I said. My mind was still rambling on about my qualities. Would I be suited for a bar maid, or a waitress?
Waitress: Needs a good smile, eye contact, alluring voice, and a good memory. Check, check, check, and check.
Bar Maid: Slutty, sultry, big chested, long legged, seductive.
I think I'll stick with being a waitress.
"Id like to be a waitress. I have all the right qualities. Besides, I'm a real people person."
"Oh I bet you are. Maybe you can show me some of those, er, skills. Once my shifts over." My heart started to pound faster and his eyes seemed to get bigger. With hope.
"When hell freezes over. I'm only 17 go pick up a broad your age. Now when does my shift start."
"Yeah, well you ain't a real looker. I'll go talk to my boss." He grumbled. For an old man he's quite the grouch. Not good, not good, not good.
"I'll wait here." I said with a winning smile. I always get my way. I always have.
He sauntered over to the back of the dingo and disappeared behind a door. I turned around and leaned against the bar and took in my surroundings. There was some kids playing in a corner and a couple breaking up. The girl slapped the boy and the boy begged for forgiveness. Nothing new.
"You got the job." He sneered. I flinched and turned around.
"When..do I start?"
"Now if you want. There's an apron and a note pad back there. Write your name down on a sticky note and slap it on your apron. Good luck." With that he disappeared behind that door again. Leaving me to navigate through the dingo my self.
A sticky note? How unprofessional. All the diners that I used to go to with daddy had pins with the waiters/waitresses names. Besides I don't even like the color yellow. It makes my eyes look icky.
At the very back of the dingo there was a ratty looking apron. It was purple and shredded. There a few holes, rips, and tears. Mostly around the bottom.
"I better be paid extra." I mumbled. Hopefully no one heard me. I put my hair up in a bun and plastered on the most fake smile I could manage.
I picked up my note pad and pen and wobbled out the door. I was still trying to get used to these heels. For the most part, my feet were very slim. But I swear these heels got smaller just for me. How pleasant.
3 boys walked in and sat down at a booth. One of them had very greasy dark hair and was glaring at the youngest boy. He had some car grease smothered on his shoulders and his eyes looked mean and scary.
The other boy who seemed oblivious to the rivalry between his friends was rather handsome. His dark brown eyes searched for happiness and found it in the weirdest situations. His hair didn't have a lot of grease in it, but it was a seducing shade of brown. Closer to a gold than anything else. He had a smile plastered on his face. Only this time it was real.
The youngest looking boy had a misery practically written in his eyes. He barley smiled and just mumbled once in a while. He had greenish gray eyes and reddish brown hair. He kind of looked like his friend, the one with the gold hair. He tried to stay happy though, which is something that I could work on.
Well, my job is to wait tables, not judge the customers and creep on them from a distance.
"Can I help you boys with anything?" The greasy haired boy and the golden hair boy suddenly shut up and eyed me with curiosity.
"Yeah we'd like a piece of you and maybe a friend or two on the side." Said the greasy haired boy. Pigs.
"Either order the food or get out." I said with venom spilling in my voice.
"Lay off Steve. Just tell her what you want," the golden haired boy turned his head towards me and flashed a smile," I'm Sodapop."
A/N: Sorry if the characters seem out of character. But, that was chapter two! And yeah, I know I said that I would update tomorrow instead of today. Oh well. ~Stay Pretty