Requested by: theicemakermage

Prompt: "Kiss me you coward!"

Lucy fussed around with the cool silver tray, not sure whether to deliver it or not. The order belonged to none other than Minerva Orlando, the daughter of her manager. And things weren't looking too hot at the moment. She had sent her tray back twice now, complaining that the food "wasn't up to her standards." Lucy really didn't understand how she could be so high maintenance, it was just a cup of peanuts.

Smoothing out her skirt, she picked the tray up. It was an average weight, but this order was crushing her. All Lucy wanted was some good tips so she could pay her rent this month -it was always late.

The alcoholic beverages swished and frothed as she stepped through the bar and various tables occupying the rest of the room. She smiled brightly once she made eye contact with Minerva, those hazel eyes following her through the maze of toppled chairs and displaced tables.

"Hello again," Lucy cheerfully chirped, setting down the tray of drinks. Minerva's posse consisted of all males, she assumed they were bodyguards but the way they spoke to one another was much more casual. She could feel he hand shaking as she gave each person their designated drink. All of them were pints of beer, but Minerva's was a glass of scotch. Go hard, or go home, right?

Minerva eyed her, swiping her glass before Lucy could give it to her. "Your timing was better than I thought it would be. Two minutes faster than last time." She took a sip, those green orbs becoming fogged up.

The blond pressed the tray to her chest and surveyed the group. They all had seemed satisfied, but she couldn't be too sure. "Is everything to your liking, m'lady?" She always cringed at the word, but Jiemma specifically told her to address his daughter as such.

She nodded, nose deep in her drink. Minerva downed most of it, returning the glass to its coaster. "But I would like one more thing," her lips lazily formed into a grin, leaning on her hand. "I would like one kiss, please."

Lucy could feel her cheeks rush with blood. Men would try to cop a feel or make jeering comments, but this had never happened. "E-Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Kiss me, you coward." Lucy could smell the whisky on her breath, even if she was not in close proximity. Her friends began to bust into laughter, the blond slamming his hand against the table. She didn't see what was so funny about it.

Clasping the tray for dear life, Lucy shook her head. "I cannot do that, m'lady. I'm just a waitress, not a escort."

Now it was Minerva's turn to laugh. In a drunken effort, she stood and threw a large green bill onto the table. "Now that's what I like in a girl. No one has ever told me no before." Minerva caressed her cheek and looked back at the table. "I think it's time to switch bars guys."

They all groaned, sliding out of the booth. "See you some other time, Lucy." Minerva left, with those boys in tow.

Looking back at the table, a hundred dollar bill sat. Maybe Minerva wasn't as bad as she thought, the woman just paid the rest of her rent.