Waitressing.

As much as Vi and I want to somehow convince Brandon or coax him into going another round with us, summer meant restaurants get busy, which means Vi is finding herself with a lot more shifts than usual. Since our night at the gym, we have seen each other maybe once or twice, and most of the time, Vi is exhausted from being on her feet. The few times she’s come over she's either collapsed on the bed or passed out on the couch.

“Baby, I hate labour and capitalism and money and my dad and working and standing, why won’t Blake pay me for photosssssss?”

I smirk at the memory as I open the door to the Bar and pub that Vi has found herself employed at. In my hand, a small bag of Skittles and an iced latte, just two of her favourite snacks. I pat myself on the back as I let the hostess lead me to a small booth. She smiles and lets me know this is Vi’s section after I tell her I’m here to surprise her.

Vi walks towards my table, scribbling something on her notepad, she starts speaking in an unrecognisable customer service voice that nearly makes me burst out laughing.

“Hii, Welcome to - “ She finally looks up. Confusion floods her face before it's quickly replaced with elation. “Oh my god!!! Baby!” She looks around and quickly throws herself into me, hugging me tight and kissing me on the cheek before standing up and dusting herself off.

“Why are you here, babe?” She whispers with a small grin, “The food is mid at best.”

I laugh, “I know, I come bearing gifts.” I hold up the treats I bought her and she takes them, gratefully.

“You. Are. The. Best!” She grins.
I chuckle. “I know. But, I’ll actually order something and tip well, so you don’t miss out on tips because you talked to
me.”
She grins, “Thanks, babe. I’m surprised you still have so much money saved.”

“I shake my head. “I prefer not to think about it. I think it’s getting low.” I grimace and shake it off before placing my order. Vi scribbles it down and smiles and says she’ll be back soon. She turns and walks away. Man, those jeans hug her heart-shaped ass so well, no wonder she gets so many tips.

I lean back in the booth and start to scroll mindlessly on my phone. Just over the ridge, I catch her purple hair in the distance. I peer over the decorative half wall and watch as Vi leans on the bar counter, a sweet smile on her face as she points at an **** bottle on the back wall. The tattooed bartender grabs the bottle and pours it into a shaker, and mixes a drink that, I assume, one of Vi’s tables ordered. I can see her mouth moving, utilising the gift of the gab, God bestowed upon her. The bartender’s head swivels in my direction, and I drop my eyes back to my phone. After a few seconds, I look back up.

Vi leans back slightly. I think she’s pushing her chest out, her head is tilted downwards as she talks to him, looking up at him through the top of her eyes, I can see her shifting her weight slightly. What is she doing? The bartender rolls his eyes and slides the last cocktail towards her before turning and addressing one of the waiters who is approaching the bar. What the hell?

I wait for Vi to finish her shift, closing the car door for her as she climbs in before walking around the side and getting into the driver's seat. I turn the key and the car roars to life. I take a moment before turning onto the street towards Vi’s favourite Fro-Yo place.

“So many treats in one night, I suuuuure hope you’re not expecting me to put out.” She folds her arms. “I am a classy lady, of course.”
I nod, “Yeah, for sure.” I grin. “I’ll go pick up Brandon and then I’m sure you’ll put out, right?”
She blushes and smacks my arm.

“By the way.” I begin as we come to a stop at a red light. “I saw you talking to the bartender during your shift. He seemed annoyed.”

She pushes a breath out through her nose. “Keeping an eye on me, are we?” She asks teasingly.

“Of course. You’re mine.”

I glance over as she blushes and looks towards the road, her hands go between her legs, and she shivers slightly. She clears her throat.

“Uhm, Yeah. Tim. Well, I’ve tried to flirt with him, but like… He doesn’t care?”

She stretches her legs. “But today. As soon as I told him, my boyfriend brought me some gifts. He like, came alive?”
“He looked at you from the bar and just said, ‘I see.’”
“Honestly, I thought nothing of it, and then he started getting all pissy?”
“Oh?” I ask curiously, taking off again.
“Yeah. He asked how long we’ve been together, whether it was appropriate that you were distracting me at work.” She giggles. “He said that if he sees that I’m wasting too much time with you, he would ask you to leave.”

I scoff.

“So, I flirted a little. I asked him if he was jealous. Does he want me all to himself and that I looove a man that takes charge.”

I roll my eyes but smirk.

“He shrugged it off, but I think he’s a lot more interested now that he knows I have a boyfriend.” She reaches out and grabs my arm, the air in the car getting heavy.

I can't help but laugh, “What a dick to be honest. Might be dangerous getting involved with him…”

“You scared I’ll leave you for him?”

I pull over on a quiet side road, unbuckle my seatbelt.

“You wouldn't last long without me.” I grin as I undo her seatbelt, her hands already fumbling with her jeans.

“Yeah? Fucking prove it, daddy.”

She slips the denim off her legs and straddles me in the driver's seat as I push the seat back and lie down.