That you'll have to fight for that right (Sexfight path)

"Well, sir..." The waiter says uncertainly, his hand fidgeting with the box of tissues on the table. His exposed cheeks were reddening with every passing second.

"Quite frankly, I don't think you could handle me!" The accusation was as good as a slap across your face. The waiter stands up abruptly.

"Now if you'll excuse me... sir, my shift ends in three hours and then I'll rest in Room 211 for the remainder of the day.... good-bye!"

At first, you just sit there, stunned at the waiter's outburst. Then you realize what just happened... the pretty boy told you exactly where he'd be after he got off work...