Shauna has spotted their waiter

"You know how I'm always trying to hook you up with guys, right, or telling you how you should fuck some hot guy?" Shauna questioned, leaning over the table on both hands and whispering with a serious expression on her face. If she was trying to be secretive, this gesture would probably have the opposite effect, making any onlooker wondering about what had set her off.

Patrick made a special point to focus on his menu instead of her, to drive home that he wasn't digging the conversation topic. "Yeah, you're always trying to put me with guys who aren't even gay. Quick reminder: I'm not gay either," he responded with a sullen frown.

"But gaaaal, you gotta see this piece of ass! This one'll make you gay, I swear! Don't look too fast... Wait till he's looking away... Now look! See the one waiting the table over there? Please, oh heavenly Mother, hollow be thy name, let that be our waiter!" Shauna groaned, practically drooling at the prospect. "If you don't take him, I will. Ooooh! Fuckin' three-way! Please, Patty, you gotta let me have this!"

"It's 'hallowed,'" he sighed, then finally, turned to rest his arm over the back of his booth seat and look over his shoulder.

There was no missing the waiter Shauna was talking about. Right now, he was bending over his table with one hand upon an elderly couple's menu, showing off the aforementioned ass, which Patrick thought would certainly make him just Shauna's type... not unlike himself in some ways. A little lanky, kind of a tomgirl, but showing so much leg that it was hard to take one's eyes off of him. Unlike Patrick, the waiter was fair-skinned, with a bit of a surfer's tan and shockingly blond hair, held in a pony-tail a bit longer than Jessie's. His face was pretty, with the type of eye make-up that Patrick tended to eschew, but not a lot of embellishment besides that. The way he was dressed was perhaps most important, with a tight, Hawaiian-print belly-shirt, buttoned with just one button at the chest, and a ridiculously short pair of jean shorts that somehow showed off more than his own swimsuit did.

For just a moment, the boy's blue eyes opened, casually turning towards the direction of the table while the elderly customers were distracted viewing the menu. Patrick felt himself gulp, knowing how much his friend would read into that exchange of glances.

"I'm tellin' ya, Patty! This is what summer's all about!" Shauna grinned, while placing both hands on Patrick's narrow shoulders and shaking him back and forth. "Oh shit! He's finishing up. He's coming this way. Aaaaw sheeeee-yet." The girl readjusted herself into her seat, ran her hand over her fro a few times, then settled into a backwards lean.

Patrick annoyed himself, realizing he was mimicking the gesture by pushing his own hair out of his eyes and getting comfortable. They'd both set their expectations way too high for this waiter.

Once he reached the table, the blond boy placed one hand on his barely covered hip and smiled with his eyes squinted closed, so that he wasn't clearly looking at either one of them. With his free hand, he spun a pen around his fingers. "Welcome! First timers, I'll bet?" he began, before slowly opening his blue eyes to look between the two of them.

"Ha ha! One of us is a first timer!" Shauna guffawed insensitively, pointing a thumb in her friend's direction. Patrick's glare shot daggers across the table. Before the boy could introduce himself, Shauna made another show of sitting up in her seat to scan his name-tag, pinned suggestively to the thin fabric of that red top, dotted with yellow flowers. "Hmmm... William, huh? Not for me! You like Will or Bill better?"

"Billy," the waiter chuckled in response.

"Not Willy?" the girl shot back, grinning devilishly.

For his part, Patrick couldn't help but notice that the two of them were getting along as thick as thieves, but also, that no discussion of breakfast was taking place. Before long, Shauna had gotten the guy to dish out all of his personal details: he lived nearby and took courses online. He was a local. He worked the pancake shack during the summers. He was 19. His pretend date partner was so forward, she actually responded, "Heh! Barely legal Billy~" loud enough for the other patrons to hear it. Shauna seemed to be missing or ignoring his increasingly moody expression as he stopped watching the waiter altogether and focused his attention on the menu instead.

Internally, the red-headed boy struggled with his feelings on the matter. He knew that if he wasn't here, taking up Shauna's time, Billy here was exactly the kind of boy that she'd be making summer memories with. This wasn't a real date with Shauna, so he shouldn't be pissed... but he was kind of pissed. He actually found it pretty insulting that she'd suddenly started drooling when this surfer boy showed up... even if it was just a pretend date, wasn't it ridiculously rude to start flexing for another boy right in front of your partner?

Then again, as he considered the situation further, he could hardly blame her. For the first time, he allowed himself to consider that he'd probably been pretty conceited since he heard Shauna's plan... He had assumed that Shauna getting him, the group's favorite tomgirl, to go on a private date was like a big win for her, but in reality, he was more like a chain ball around her leg or, more aptly, a chastity belt around her pussy. He wasn't planning to put out. Meanwhile, she was built like all guys wanted their girls: big, ripped, and clean, with a witty and outgoing personality, if just a bit abrasive. As long as the boy was slutty enough-- and Billy seemed plenty slutty-- Shauna would have her pick. Patrick assumed the only reason Billy wasn't asking Shauna if she wanted to learn more about the "sausage breakfast special" right now was because he thought she was taken...

"So, what'll it be?" Billy finally asked the question, pulling a pad out from inside his risque shirt and clicking his pen. "Assuming you two have gotten your look at the menu?"

"What's good?" Shauna questioned. She wasn't the type who'd hesitate to impose on a waiter, especially a hot one.

"Well, since you're in time for breakfast, you'll want to look at the breakfast menu. Our signature is pancakes, but I prefer French toast."

"Mmm, oui oui!" Shauna joked, following the boy's finger over the menu as he pointed down upon it.

For a bit, Patrick averted his eyes, trying to ignore the way the waiter was intentionally allowing Shauna to scope out his abdomen and his cleavage. He rested his chin upon his hand and tapped his fingers upon the table impatiently, while staring out onto the ocean. This whole fake date thing was starting to seem like a big mistake... All he was doing with this was pissing himself off and weighing down Shauna. When he briefly turned his eyes back to watch the order in progress, he saw something that made his eyebrow raise.

With the pad and pen on the table, one finger over Shauna's menu, and his smiling blue eyes locked onto Patrick's, the boy had raised one hand to his lips, cupped into an "O." Without Shauna seeing, he began to pump the hand back and forth over the length of an invisible shaft, aimed into his mouth. His tongue lolled out just slightly, making him look (even more) like a boy in a porno.

"What... the fuck?! He's telling me he wants to give me a blowjob?!" Patrick thought to himself, suddenly wide-eyed.

"I see something's got your attention! While Shauna decides what she wants, what'll you have, Patty?" Billy questioned, walking over to adopt a stance just as close and comfortable to him as he'd been with Shauna. The girl didn't look interested in the menu at all any more: her eyes froze upon the two half-dressed boys, as Billy leaned in real close to Patrick and began to point over the menu.

Patrick realized the boy had already picked up his nickname from Shauna. "Uh... Sausage breakfast," he muttered unconsciously.

"That's a good choice. It's a good size for you, I think," Billy winked. "Did you look over the side options? Check them out, here!" The waiter's finger pointed towards a particular part of the menu, written in small text. Given what he'd just seen, Patrick couldn't resist; instead of following Billy's finger, he followed the line of his arm up, then looked at his face. Sure enough, with his free hand, the boy was giving Shauna a sign; he'd made his fingers into a V and was lewdly wiggling his tongue in between them. As soon as he realized he'd been caught, he stopped and replaced that expression with an easy grin. "Hm? Did you decide on your order?"

Unable to actually answer, Patrick stupidly pointed his finger first to silver-dollar pancakes, then to orange juice.

"Great choice! Speaking of great choices," Billy continued, collecting the menus from the table and sticking them under one arm. "Ah, nevermind. But, if you're looking for the restroom or somewhere to relieve yourself, I'd point out that they're right over there." He pointed towards two signs on the wall: a pink outline of a male figure in bikini coverage, and a blue outline of a female one, topless and in shorts. "See the signs? Across from there's the kitchen, but to the right of the bathrooms, if you go too far, you'll see a stock room. I'll be back there for a bit. It's really easy for my customers to end up there by accident. So, you know... be careful."

Patrick and Shauna both found themselves watching the back of Billy's tight jean shorts as he left, seeming decidedly dismissive of the older couple's table he'd been waiting earlier. Finally, once he was out of sight, Shauna banged her hands on her table and leaned across even further than she had earlier. "My gal, you gotta go get that fuck," she hissed.

"Wh-What?! Look, I don't want it! I told you, I'm not gay!" Patrick defended.

"Oh, come on! You didn't wanna have sex with anybody from the bus cause it'd make things weird, right? Well here's your chance to do it with somebody who's not from the bus! The guy was way into you! This is a sign! Look, if you don't go, I'm going; he was into me too!" Shauna finished, already hopping up from the table. "I'd hang-ten with that surfer boy any day of the week! Like, aloha oi!"

Patrick looked aside with a frowning, hesitant expression while holding onto Shauna's wrist. He knew there was a third option... If the guy was interested in both of them, they could actually both go share the experience together in the threesome Billy had obviously overheard Shauna asking for. In some ways, it was the option that made the most sense... you know, next to both of them just staying here and eating some fucking pancakes. Three-ways were the kind of rare thing that didn't often happen casually. It made sense to grab one when the opportunity arose, especially if you were secretly attracted to your friend in the dynamic and begrudgingly willing to give the second guy in the threesome a shot.

On the other hand... if Patrick just let Shauna go do it, he'd get to keep everything normal and she'd enjoy herself...

He tried to push down the part of himself that was jealous she seemed ready to do it without him.