Chapter 3
"My, you do know how to treat a lady, don't you?" Angela complimented. "Only to the beautiful ones, my dear." LT. "Steel Arm" Jack responded. It was another day at the "White Dragon", with the restaurant bustling with activity. "I must say, though, how in the world did you ever get a reservation? This place is usually booked for months." Angela questioned. "Oh, really my dear, did you actually think they would reject the great "Steel Arm" Jack, the man with the strongest arm this side of the Grand Line?"
At that moment, Jack noticed that their waitress was coming over with their drinks. "Ah, here comes our waitress. Now's the time to spring my plan to impress." Jack slyly thought. "Sir, Madam. Your drinks." The waitress said. "Ah, yes, we ordered the "Chef Selection of the Day." Angela said, little did she know that Jack would already knew what today's drink would be...or, at least, that's what he thought.
As he tasted his drink, Jack had a mock realization. "Wait...this drink...sightly acidic, and yet sweet, with a smooth taste...tell me, waitress, this drink...it's 'Sanctuary', from the west blue, isn't it?" His waitress, a small, petite girl at 5'3'' with long, dark hair with a hint of blue, and kind, purple eyes, just shook her head and smiled sweetly (AN: If you guys want too, I'll put up the link to what she looks like on my profile). "No sir, it's "Caribbean Soul" from the south blue. Very good try through sir, you must be a connoisseur on alcohol." The waitress praised. "Now, is their anything I can get you two?" The waitress kindly asked. "Oh, we're fine, Ms..." Angela started. "Jessica. Jessica Starlight. But you can call me Jess." "Yes, we're fine, Jess." "Alright, but if you need anything, let me know." As Jessica left, Angela quietly laughed to herself and said "You know, even though you got it wrong, she still praised your attempt. Such a nice girl, don't you think Jack?" Angela said. "Steel Arm", however, was far from amused. "What the hell! I thought I set this up with the Head Chef!" Jack angrily thought. "Unless she switched the drinks! Alright, Jessica, if that's how you want to play it, then two can play at that game." Jack devilishly thought.
"Oh, waitress!" Jack called. "Coming!" Jessica responded. When she came to the table, Jessica asked, "Is everything all right?" Jessica asked. "Yes, can I ask you a question?" Asked Jack. "Umm...Sure." Jessica hesitantly answered. "What is this fly doing in my soup?" Questioned Jack, as he pointed to a dead fly that was, sure enough, in his soup. "Ha! Let's see you talk your way out of this!" Jack grinned to himself. Jessica, however, just put her hand to her chin and squinted her eyes, as in deep thought. Finally, after a few moments, she answered, "Well, sir, it's kind of hard for me to tell, but I think the fly is doing the back stroke."
Angela had to stifle a laugh. Jack, on the other hand, was so infuriated that he could smash his and his date's table. Which is exactly what he did. Food had went flying everywhere, while a very enraged "Steel Arm" Jack was stareing at his waitress. "You have no idea who you're toying with." Growled Jack. Jessica, however, had a emphatic look on her face when she saw the wasted plate of soup on the ground. "You know sir," Started Jessica, "If you just took the bug out, the soup was still edible, and if not, I would have made you a new plate." "What did you just say? I am a customer! You are suppose to bend to my will! If I said I don't want the pig slop you're feeding me and my girlfriend, I don't want it!" Roared Jack.
As soon as Jessica heard "Pig Slop", a deep rage filled her body, a rage so powerful, she was ready to bash Jack's skull in. "Take it back." She growled. "What?" "I said, take back what you said, you son of a bitch!" That was the last straw for Jack. He threw one of his strongest punches at Jessica, ready to teach her just why they call "Steel Arm". Unfortunately for him, he never did, as his punch was stopped dead in it's tracks by Jessica's hand. "Buddy, if you think i'm going to let you disrespect my cooking skills, then you earned yourself a one way ticket to hell."
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"The customer is always..." Ploink! "Right!" Shouted the cook Bruce as he recited his mantra in the men's bathroom while plucking any unsightly nose-hairs. "All right, the customer is always right." He repeated to his reflection in the mirror. "You think the other place is better? Well sure, if you like dog food that is." "It tastes like meatloaf? I guess your taste buds must've taken the day off." "Say one more bad thing about that dish, I'll send you flying right now!"
As Bruce finished his morning rituals, he walked to the dining room praising himself. "Yep, that's our motto. 'The customer is always right!'" Unfortunately, when he opened the dining room floor, he was about to get a rude awakening. "What the hell- Jessica!" Yelled Bruce, as he saw a angered Jessica holding up a bruised and bloody form of "Steel Arm" Jack by the collar. "What's up Bruce." Replied Jessica. "Don't you 'What's up' me! The hell do you think you're doing to the customer?" Shouted Bruce. "I taught him lesson, that's what I did." "A lesson! Why I oughta-" "He disrespected my cooking skills. Not only that, but he disrespected the restaurant as well." Retorted Jessica. "Oh...well, that explains everything." Bruce said, as his anger subsided.
"I don't understand..." Jack weakly thought. "Why isn't he punishing her?" "All right, what the hell is- Agggh! Jessica, what the hell did you do?" Yelled the chef Barry, he as came out of the kitchen. "The bastard was disrespecting the restaurant Barry." Explained Bruce. "Oh...well, you should have called me Jessica, I would've love to bash his face in." Hack! Koff! As the three cooks looked towards the source of the coughs, they see Jack just barely standing up. "I..don't...get it. Why isn't she getting punishing?" Questioned Jack, though labored breaths. "Because we don't bend to anyone's will, least of all some naval officer who thinks he owns the place. If you don't like the way we run this place, you can get the hell out!" Retorted Bruce. "You...idiots...do you...know who I am? I'll have...you all arrested...I'll shut this place down...I'll-" However, Before Jack could finished, Jessica walked up to him and said, "I'm sorry sir, but we don't serve your kind here. I'm afraid i'll have ask you to leave!" Before she slammed her fist to the side of Jack's face that send him flying to the restaurant entrance.