[Megan's POV]
"Oh my fucking god!" Patty gasped even as I had to practically shove her out of the kitchen, "What just happened?!"
"You had a nervous breakdown in front of my boss," I replied dryly with a sigh, "Now he probably thinks we're both weirdos."
"Meg, why didn't you warn me?" Patty hissed as she stared at the kitchen doors with a laser focus.
"I'm pretty sure I made it clear that he was good-looking," I muttered angrily as I pulled Patty even further away from the kitchen doors despite her apparent unwillingness.
Patty shook her head, "Meg, he's not good looking, he's fucking gorgeous! Like frustratingly so! No wonder you changed up your look!"
I couldn't help but blush as Patty pointed out my wardrobe shift, but I wouldn't let her distract me. "Yes, now would you please lower your voice. I don't need Ramon to hear any of this!"
"Oh, you got it bad," Patty giggled, though thankfully muffled her outburst with her hand, "Do you even know if he's single, or does that even matter to you?"
"Jesus, Patty, no, I don't know and for your information I'm not a homewrecker," I swore, "Now stop messing around and let me show you how to take an order."
Patty grinned, "Well then, I guess that means there's room for me if he is."
"You wouldn't?!" I gasped, wondering who had taken away my shy, quiet friend.
Patty shrugged and waggled her eyebrows, "If his woman can't keep him satisfied and loyal, then it is her own fault if anything happens."
"And this is why women will always be the minority," I groaned, unable to believe what I was hearing. "Also, just because you gave one guy a handjob at summer camp doesn't mean you know how to satisfy a man."
"I'll make up for my lack of experience with effort and enthusiasm," Patty countered, not letting the subject drop, "I've also studied various books about the male anatomy and intercourse, and trust in my ability to apply the knowledge I've gathered."
"Oh my god, how can you be this much of a nerd and still so horny," I said in an exasperated tone.
Patty looked at me with a sidelong glance, "Do I need to repeat what you said yesterday?"
"Anyway!" I shouted over Patty, much to her amusement, "Let's get to work, don't want to mess up on your first day!"
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'God, it's even busier than last night.' I muttered, carrying a heavy tray of food that I had to support with my shoulder, 'There's already a line out the door.'
Arriving at one of the booths, I set down the folding stand to hold up the tray as I placed the dishes on the table, "Alright, that's three Flank Steaks entrees, one grilled salmon with broccolini, a side of fries, and a salad."
The family muttered their thanks, but I was already moving by the time I finished running back to the kiosk where Patty was quickly inputting an order into the machine, "I'm gonna be so dead on my feet by the end of this."
I grinned in shared agony as I set down the tray and stand, "If you need a pick me up, just glance at what we've made in tips."
Following my advice, Patty navigated through the tabs, and I watched her eyes trail down the screen before fixating on one series of numbers in particular, "You're right, that does help. Also, table three needs to be cleared."
"On it," I replied as I grabbed the large plastic basins we used for cleaning up and made my way to the two-seater. Clearing all the dirty plates and glasses from the tabletop, I then wiped it down with a cloth before replacing the table sets with clean ones.
Taking the dirty dishes into the kitchen, I loaded them into the dishwasher and, seeing that it was full, put it through a cycle.
"How is it going out there?" Ramon called out from over his shoulder as I stood up, and I was a bit disappointed to find that his eyes weren't fixated on me but rather on the six steaks and three pieces of salmon he was grilling, though it was understandable given the rate at which the orders came through.
"Busy, but having Patty is helping out. Thanks for offering her a job, by the was,y I forgot to say that earlier." I blabbered, hoping it wasn't painfully obvious how nervous I was talking to him.
"No problem, I just trusted your judgement," Ramon replied, "You two keep up the good work, and hopefully before long I'll be able to up your pay or hire some more hands."
"Oh, you don't have to do any of that," I muttered while twiddling my fingers and biting my lip, "The tips more than make up for it."
Ramon glanced over his shoulder, and my breath hitched as I stared into his ocean blue eyes, "Well, surely the two of you would like some kind of reward for your hard work."
My entire body trembled as Ramon's deep voice washed over me, and I had to fight to keep my blush from spreading to my entire face, "I-I s-should probably get back out there, d-don't want to leave P-Patty all by herself."
With that lame excuse, I fled as fast as I could, without outright running, bursting through the kitchen doors with a gasp for breath as my entire body flushed.
"Oh, good, you're back, can you seat some people? I got like three back-to-back orders to serve," Patty said as she brushed past me and walked into the kitchen.
"Y-yeah, you got it," I replied somewhat in a daze before I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. Making my way to the hostess stand, I lost myself again in the rapid workflow, setting down menus, taking orders, and clearing tables. But despite it all, it looked as if the dinner service would finish without a hitch, until it didn't.
"Hello, how many in your party?" I asked as I stepped up to the hostess stand for the hundredth time that night, my hand already reaching for one of the menus, when I stopped as someone called me by name.
"Oh my god, I thought I recognized you, Meg Griffin, all grown up! I haven't seen you in ages!"
I stood back up and found myself staring at my next-door neighbor, who also happened to be one of my dad's drinking buddies, "O-Oh, Mr. Quagmire, so good to see you."
Mr. Quagmire smiled at me, but I watched as his eyes dipped down and started to roam across my body, "God, what has it been two, three years?"
"Y-yeah, u-uh how many in your party aga-"
"That must mean you're what? Eighteen, nineteen?" Mr. Quagmire asked, interrupting me as if I hadn't spoken at all, as he leaned forward, getting almost uncomfortably close.
"Twenty actually," I replied somewhat regrettably as I saw his eyes light up and his grin widened, "Is that so?"
Ignoring the icky sensation crawling across my body at being so close to him, I suppressed my discomfort and forced a smile across my face, "Yep, now is it just you tonight?"
Mr. Quagmire leaned back and shook his head, "Oh no, I'm expecting someone, a little wining and dining before we head back to my place."
"Alright then, if you would follow me," I replied as I grabbed two menus and turned around. But I only managed to take two steps before I felt the back of a hand press against my butt with enough force to dimple my flesh.
I jumped and spun around only to find Mr. Quagmire holding his hands up with a bashful look across his face, "Sorry about that, I thought you would be moving a bit quicker."
I knew the bastard was full of shit, but I just turned around and said nothing, though this time I made sure I was 'moving quicker'.
"Alright, here you are, I'll be right back in a moment with your water," I hastily muttered as I set down the menus and left before the pervert could say another word.
Making my way to the back, my heart was pounding with a mix of anger, fear, and shame, but I tried to keep my expression schooled and neutral.
"In the home stretch now," Patty sighed as she stepped out of the kitchen with a set of clean dishes and a tired groan.
I let out a soft grunt of agreement, not trusting myself to speak, but I should have expected that Patty, as observant as she was, would pick up on the fact that something was off.
"You alright, Meg?" She asked,d and for a moment I considered lying before I let out a tired sigh, "Yeah, it's just that I sat with one of my neighbors."
"Oh, which one, the police officer?" Patty asked as she scanned the restaurant floor.
"No, it's Mr. Quagmire," I muttered darkly and watched as Patty's face fell, "The womanizing pervert with the big chin."
"The one and only."
Patty glanced back at me and narrowed her eyes, "Meg, what happened?"
"It was nothing he just…" I trailed off as Patty's stare intensified, "Alright, he brushed my ass with the back of his hand, and claimed it was an accident."
Patty's stared, turned vengeful as she stared back out at the restaurant, "Alright, where is that son of a bitch? He wants to be handsy, I'll show him hands!"
"Patty no!" I hissed as I grabbed my best friend's arm and held her back, "Just leave it, let's just get through tonight, no need to make a commotion!"
Patty opened her mouth to protest, but the silent plea in my eyes seemed to win out in the end as she sighed, "Alright, but if he tries anything else, I'm grabbing a knife and making sure Ramon adds mountain oysters as a special for tonight."
Despite the serious situation, I laughed, "Thank you, now let's get this shift over with."
Patty nodded, and I quickly grabbed a pitcher and brought it with me as I walked back over, "Here's your water, Mr. Quagmire. Do you have any questions about the menu?"
"Oh, thank you, Meg," Mr. Quagmire replied with a smarmy smile that made my skin crawl as he picked up his glass to take a sip, "And yes, I was wondering between the salmon and the steak, which one would you - oh no!"
Before I realized what was happening, Mr. Quagmire had somehow managed to spill his glass, and I watched in slow motion as the water arched through the air and splashed against the front of my shirt, instantly drenching it. I watched in horror as the fabric clung to my skin and turned see-through, involuntarily exposing myself.
"Oh my god, I'm such a clutz, here let me help you," Mr. Quagmire apologized, even as a lustful glint appeared in his eyes as he reached out towards my soaking chest with a napkin.
In a stunned daze, I was paralyzed as panic set in, imagining all the eyes that would look over if I shouted or made a scene. Realizing there was nothing I could do to stop him, a cold sweat drenched my body, and my stomach churned uneasily.
But just before Mr. Quagmire could lay a finger on me, a large hand clamped down on his wrist with an iron grip, and I watched the pervert grimace in pain. At the same time, I felt something being draped around my neck, and with a start, I realized that it was an apron that covered my exposed chest.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm afraid that it's against store policy for waiters to have any physical contact with patrons. We wouldn't want any misunderstanding now, would we?"