The restaurant...

Eventually, I found myself at the restaurant apparently belonging to the Big Bastard Chef. It seemed ordinary enough, having black walls and a fairly large door. On the door and windows were symbols akin to an ace of spades. A large neon sign above the doorway said 'Meals of Aces'.

"...Meals of Aces? Seriously?" I mutter to myself, getting closer to the door. "Fucking weirdo..."

I push open the door and enter the dark restaurant. Every wall was black, with pink lights on the ceiling lighting up each room. It was strange, having an appearance similar to that of a shady strip-joint. The tables were made of mahogany, with chairs that look like a combination of elegant and comfortable.

I approach one of the tables and sit down in one of the chairs, leaning back. The chair felt amazing, filling me with an envious desire. I could tell that my conversation with the chef would be an interesting one.

Getting out of the chair, I exhale and prepare myself. As I approach the door, it flings open and a tall, bulky black man emerges. He looks at me, studying me like a predator, before putting his hand out to shake mine. I gulp and reach for it, shaking it with a far weaker grip.

"So you're the newbie, huh?" His voice seemed gruff and aggressive, booming loudly throughout the restaurant. "It's nice to meet you. I'm BBC."

Reluctantly, I nod, providing him with a false smile. "Yes... I'm Alex. Alex Newman..."

"I'm disappointed you're not wearing the uniform. I think that'll be a deduction of your pay today." He sounds annoyed at you. "Let me guess, you're here to give me back the box and have a tantrum, huh?"

"T-tantrum? No! Well... you're partly right... I refuse to work in these clothes!" You start, your blood boiling. "And how fucking dare you send me a- a dildo!"