AN: This fic is more enjoyable if you've heard of Invisalign. I recommend looking up Invisalign if you don't know what it is. Google Images is really useful.


The young waitress stalked up to the corner table with its four muscular, handsome men. "Hey, boys," she crooned. They were obviously here for a hookup. She could use a break.

"Hey," the one closest answered. "Water, please."

"I'll have the same, please."

"Me too."

"I'd like two wa'ers." Not alcohol? Maybe they were just here for a drink.

"Five waters right away, sirs," she answered, turning off the charm.

"Whoa, girl," the first one piped up. "Just 'cause we aren't drinking doesn't mean we need formalities." Oh-hoh.

Before she could speak, one of the others asked, "Would it be alright if we just ordered now? We already know what we want."

The waitress let her trademark smile return. "No problem." Maybe this night would be more fun. She took their orders, and the fourth one, in his very attractive foreign accent, ordered a second soup. So there was another hottie.

This night looked like it was going to be fun.


"Cursed Invisalign," Alex muttered as he returned to the table just as the waitress disappeared, rubbing his jaw gingerly. He winced.

"Invisalign?" Eagle asked, sitting closest to the edge. "What's that?" Alex showed him his braces. They were like clear retainers.

"Why are your retainers so- so-" Eagle looked for the right word. "not straight?"

"Isn't it clear?" Alex replied sarcastically.

Fox took the burden of explanation. "He's got braces. They're the new-fangled invisible kind. He has to take them out to eat."

Eagle pursed his lips. "Oh. I see."

"No, you don't," Alex retorted. "That's the whole point."

Snake nodded thoughtfully, speaking for the first time since Alex returned from the bathroom. "That's why you've ordered soup."

"Yeah."

Eagle grinned as he realised the conversation was reaching a lull. It was the perfect time for him to start.

"Cub, you missed the waitress- phew!" Eagle started, the most lively of the group despite the teenager's presence. "She was far too formal. We're off duty, relaxing. The last I want is a bunch of 'sirs'!"

"Hm," Alex hummed disinterestedly, sipping his water. The others were also surprisingly interested in their drinks, and his temporary guardians - Ben and Wolf - sighed simultaneously as Eagle continued rambling.


Some time later...


The waitress returned with their meals, looking at Eagle and smiling broadly. Then her eyes drifted to the new companion, and her eyebrows furrowed, cocking her head.

"They look after me," Alex supplied helpfully, gesturing to the other men.

"Oh," the waitress replied thoughtlessly. Then her gaze drifted over the other four men. "Oh," she repeated, apparently coming to some kind of conclusion. For a mere second, disgust coloured her features before she smoothed her expression over professionally.

Fox picked up on the innuendo. "No, no, it's not like that!"

"Y-yes, of course," the waitress stammered out as she rushed to hand out the food faster than a fast-food restaurant. More like the speed of light, actually.

"Yeah," Alex piped up with a straight face, having cottoned on as well. "I only live with two of them." The other three soldiers who hadn't said anything blanched, suddenly understanding what the conversation was about.

Maybe that's why they weren't in the espionage business.

The horrified waitress finished up hurriedly with an "I'll come back later." Alex's innocent words' second meaning had not escaped her.

After the woman had left, Snake tried to be somewhat reasonable as Wolf looked ready to eat Cub instead of his entrée. "Well, at least when we remember this we'll laugh."

Alex grinned devilishly as he picked up his spoon. "You all just got served."


AN: And that's funny because the waitress served them.

Thanks to With The What Now for beta-reading!

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