Chapter Four
Anyone who looked at the dark scowl on Squall's face would know to stay away from the angry young man. Samuel looked up at the boys face and felt himself smirking; finally Squall had gotten what was coming to him. The boy had gotten away with far too much for Samuel's way of thinking.
"Well have you come to collect your things Leonhart?" He asked smiling happily.
"Nope not yet, I only got a warning Samuel, I still work here," Squall informed the suddenly frowning waiter with a smirk of his own starting to play around his mouth; it was always a pleasure getting one up on Samuel.
"What?" Samuel demanded enraged, all he could think about was that Irvine had given in to his hormones like hundreds of other boys in the past. What other explanation could there be for Squall to still be employed, unless Squall had um…how to delicately put this…exchanged sexual favors with the young manager to stay employed.
"SLAM!!!!!!" Irvine looked up at the sudden closing of the kitchen door and watched as the temperamental waiter, Samuel, stormed out of the restaurant, obviously Squall had told him what had happened, and wasn't to happy with it. Again he jumped as Samuel marched out the front door and once again slammed the door shut, causing the windows to vibrate alarmingly.
"Um…sorry about that sir," Cid called to him loudly, paling as the windows shuddered.
"No problem Cid, it's not your fault. I'm going to have to have a talk with Samuel as well I think." Irvine sighed, smiling in encouragement at the older Maitre' de.
It was half past seven in the evening and Irvine had never seen a busier restaurant, he figured it was due to the fact that it was Valentine's Day and all the guests were couple's. He sighed sorrowfully; it was the first Valentine's Day since he'd been 11 that he hadn't had a Valentine. There had been no shortage of possible partner's in Irvine's history and had even managed to have a different Valentine for the past six years. He watched with narrowed eyes as the object of his nighttime fantasies moved gracefully about the room, he watched as men and women alike shot the brunette appraising glances. The uniform of Black Tuxedo did wonders for Squall's already perfect figure, he watched as the cloth molded itself to Squall's shapely legs and backside in jealous fascination. How he wished he were that cloth.
"Excuse me Sir?" One abnormally loud man called out to Irvine, rudely interrupting one of Irvine's favorite fantasies, he was suddenly glad that his pants weren't as tight as Squall's. He glared at the man, and then reprimanded himself; this wasn't the time or the place to be fantasizing about Squall. It was time to do his job.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" Irvine asked smiling, turning his back on Squall.
"One Balamb Flathead with Salad, and a Deling Trout with white wine sauce and Vegetables. Whose is whose? And a bottle of Timber Chardonnay, enjoy your meal." Squall smiled…or tried to smile pleasantly and sauntered off, throwing a quick look Irvine's way. He had sensed his managers admiring glances; he didn't know how to take that. It was no secret that he was attracted to both sexes, and he knew that Irvine wanted him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to pursue a relationship with the other boy. He already knew that Samuel suspected that he was sleeping with the manager, he wasn't stupid, he could feel the underlying tension between the two boys and it drove him mad with jealousy. He covertly studied his manager, long auburn hair lying free to his waist and a black overcoat to his knees. His clothes were looser than Squall's and the other waiter's, but still looked good on him. It was the first time that Squall had seen the other man in all black and he found that it suited him. His black pants were baggy, but still molded themselves to the lower half of his body, and he wore a black, silk shirt and a black tie. All out the Manager looked deadly, and made Squall's heart beat in double time.
It was three and a half hours later when the restaurant was finally empty, it was traditionally the busiest night of the year, so had stayed open an extra half-hour to accommodate the clients.
"Are you going to the club now?" One of the waitress' a particularly attractive girl by the name of Quistis asked Squall quietly, Squall had just changed into a pair of black leather pants and a silver shirt, he was all set to go to the club.
"Yeah why Quisty, are you going to come with me tonight?" He asked in amusement, Quistis was as bad a clubber as Squall so the question rather went without saying.
"Yeah, I thought I would. Nida and I broke up yesterday, what a wonderful part of the year to break up with me huh?" Quistis grimaced angrily.
"Oh man, that was real smart," Squall frowned, he wasn't particularly close to Quistis, but he hated seeing other's hurting.
"Ah well, I might try my luck with the female of the species." Quistis grinned only half jokingly.
"You do that," Squall agreed, amused despite himself. The two of them then left the restaurant and headed down the main road towards the club.