Chapter 22: Spilt drinks and
Dirty rags
Marron quietly sneaked to
the kitchen at the back where a smiling black haired girl was waiting for her.
The girl was Lee, a close friend of Bra's. She is the daughter of the owner of
the restaurant Spring Pond and she had agreed to help them on their little
get-back at Chelsea.
"Here Marron," Lee handed
Marron two menus. "Now go, quickly." She gestured over at Goten and Chelsea.
"Thanks Lee," Marron
returned a smile and grabbed the menus. She walked casually towards table 49,
the table where Chelsea and Goten was sitting at. "Hi," she said politely.
"Here are the menus, what would you like to order?"
"What took you so long?"
Chelsea snapped as she snatched the menu from Marron's hands. "Jeez, we've been
waiting for almost 4 minutes! Talk about bad service! I might just have to have
a little talk with your manager about this."
'Bitch!' Marron cursed
silently inside her head. 'Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!' But no matter how angry
she was, she managed to push it aside and flashed an apologetic smile at Chelsea.
"I'm sorry Miss, but this is a very busy hour here at Spring Pond."
"Then maybe you should hire
more people…" but before Chelsea could finish her sentence, Goten spoke up.
"I want everything on the
menu!" he yelled eagerly.
'Shit…' Marron cursed. They
had told Goten not to order huge amounts of food but looks like he forgot about
it. "Sir," she said, turning towards Goten. "Are you SURE you want everything
on the menu?" a warning glare was in her eyes.
Goten winced. "Oh right…I
was just, um, kidding. Yeah…ha, ha, ha." He managed a couple of forced laughs.
"What am I thinking? What I mean to say is, uh, I'll have the… sweet and sour
chicken balls with, with rice."
"And I'll have the Beef and
vegetables fried rice." Chelsea stated.
Marron sighed in relief. "So
what would you like to drink?"
"Orange juice and skim
milk." Chelsea said quietly.
"You would?" Marron stiffed
back a snicker. "Sure…and you sir?"
"Grape juice, please." Goten
said as planned.
"Great," Marron said and
turned back towards the kitchen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chelsea narrowed her
cat-like eyes. 'That waitress really remind me of someone…hmm, but who has
blond hair tied up in pig – Marron!' she sat up in alarm. 'There might be a
chance that I'm mistaken since I didn't get a closer look at her face but
Marron and Pan all in the same day? That's does not seem like a coincidence…"
"Chelsea? Hello? Earth to
Chelsea!" Goten's voice snapped Chelsea back to reality.
"Sorry," she managed a small
smile. "I was just thinking about something."
"What?"
"Do you know that waitress?"
"Nope. But the name tag on
her shirt says Lee." Goten replied, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"I see. Um…don't you think
that she looks a lot like your friend Marron?"
A wave of panic washed over
Goten. 'Why didn't Chelsea fall for someone like Trunks or something instead of
me?' he wondered as he racked his brains for a suitable response. He glanced
over to Chelsea, who has a very strange look on her face.
Goten let out a soft chuckle
that sounded more like a cough. "Oh come on Chelsea, there are plenty of blonds
in this world. So what that girl looks a little like Marron?"
Chelsea nodded. "You're
right." She said but it sounded like she meant the exact opposite.
"Here are your drinks." At
that moment, Marron arrived with a tray in her left hand. On it were a tall
glass of orange juice, grape juice, and milk. 'Here goes nothing.' Marron
thought as she dumped the whole thing on top of Chelsea's head "accidentally".
"SHIT!" Chelsea's screech
can be heard all over the town. "What have you done?"
Marron stared at Chelsea,
who at the moment has orange juice soaking her hair, milk dripping down her
chin and a huge red stain from the grape juice on her chest. Too bad for
Chelsea – the sundress she was wearing happens to be white too.
"You bitch!" Chelsea
continued to screech. "Do you know how much this dress cost?"
"I'm sorry!" Marron started
back towards the kitchen. "I'll help you clean up!"
Back in the kitchen, Lee
handed Marron an old rag that used to belong to the cleaning lady who used it
to mop up the toilets. It is covered with dust and stinks like hell. Marron
grabbed the rag, held it as far away from herself as possible and ran to
Chelsea.
"Here you go," Marron said
as she started wiping Chelsea's face with the rag. "Everything is just fine,"
she covered Chelsea's whole face with the rag.
"Oh my god!" Chelsea gagged.
"That towel stinks like shit!"
"It's the only one available
at the time." Marron explained. Bra, Pan, and Trunks are all watching amusingly
at their table – they are laughing so hard that tears were falling from their
eyes.
"That's it!" Chelsea yelled
as she finally wrenched herself away from Marron's touch. "Where's the manager?
Hello?"
Lee made her entrance from
the kitchen. "I am," she said calmly.
"You have to fire this
waitress! She's terrible! She spilt juices all over me!" Chelsea demanded.
"But it was an accident,
wasn't it?" Lee cast a glance at Marron who nodded meekly. "And besides, she
helped you clean up. We're sorry for that accident but I can't just fire a
worker like that."
You can practically see the
steam coming out of Chelsea's ear. "How dare you! That's it! I'm leaving!
Urgh!"
"But Chelsea!" Goten whined
from his seat. "This is my favourite restaurant!"
Chelsea paused and stared at
Goten, then back at Marron. Her face fell. "Fine," she muttered a she slumped
back into her seat. "I'll stay then."
"Great," Lee smiled. "Your
food will be here any minute by now."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Marron took a can of Coke and
walked towards Bra's table. "Okay Trunks," she said quietly as she set the
drink onto the table. "Your turn. I'll still be in the kitchen because after
all," she smiled mischievously. "I still have to serve Chelsea her fried rice."
Trunks nodded and stood up.
"I'll go and prepare," he said as he dashed towards the men's washroom.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goten actually felt a little
sorry for Chelsea but then again, she deserved it. "Are you okay?" he asked
gently.
"What do you think?" she
snared.
Marron came back with the
three glasses again. "Um, here are your drinks." She said then quickly
disappeared back into the kitchen.
Goten snatched his grape
drink and took a long swing. Chelsea just stared at the milk and orange juice. 'He
likes girls who likes to drink that?' she cringed. 'Just drink it. It will be
like eating an orange Popsicle with a creamy centre.' She held the two glasses
to her lips and took a sip.
"Gag!" she spit the liquids
right out. 'Damn, orange juice and milk does not mix.' Chelsea thought and
flashed a little smile at Goten who frowned.
"You don't like that?" he
asked.
"Oh of curse I do!" Chelsea
took another sip and forced herself to swallow. "Yeah…I love it."
Goten smiled. "Great."
'Oh the things I would do
for love!' Chelsea cried inside her head.
Author's note: Next chapter,
Trunks is up! What will he do to Chelsea? Well, you just have to wait to find
out! Yep…anyways…review, please? Thanks.