"This place looks nice and clean," commented Debra.
When the girls looked up, they saw how neat the tables were settled in the large room. The tables were draped in white cloth and the walls were cherry red. The floors were even covered in red and white diamond tiles. The restaurant, overall, looked four stars. Yet what really captured the girls' attention were the waitresses. No waiters, just waitresses. And they all looked similar to Lizzie. Just tall girls with good bodies, nice hair and heavy makeup. They were all serving the full tables of customers, which seemed to be all men.
"I think we accidentally walked into a gentlemen's club," said Skye.
"No, this is Tidbits," said Debra. "I saw the sign right above these doors."
"And the workers are wearing what Lizzie wears," added Andrea.
Shortly, an employee, possibly the hostess, stepped in front of the girls. She had long, brown hair that draped over her big breasts. She had brown eyes and big lips covered in a strong red lipstick. She had a pitched nose and high cheekbones highlighted with sparkly, creamy makeup. She was also chewing gum obnoxiously.
"Hello, welcome to Tidbits," she said in a monotone voice, "the new eatery with good eats for good men but we also appreciate a good woman. I'm Muffy. I assume a table for four?"
"Uh, yeah," replied Madeline, holding onto her purse strap.
"Right this way." Muffy grabbed some menus and walked through the aisles of the place with the girls following her.
"I can tell you're in a good mood," muttered Skye.
Debra nudged her on the arm.
Muffy directed the girls to an empty table somewhere in the back of the room. She placed the menus on the table before leaving. The girls picked their seats and sat down. In no time, Lizzie came to the girls' table, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Hey, guys," she said.
The girls said hi to her.
"So you're going to be serving us?" asked Debra.
"Yep, I got to start off with drinks."
"Very good, Lizzie," Madeline commented.
"Thank you." Lizzie took out her notepad, which was secured in the belt of her apron. Then she took out her pen, which she kept in her cleavage. "So what would you like to drink?"
"You keep your pen in your breasts?" asked Andrea.
"I don't think we have that drink. We have lemonade, hot chocolate, coffee, water, Orgasms, Buttery Nipples and coke. Not actual coke; just making that clear."
"This place serves Buttery Nipples?" asked Madeline.
"Yep. It's some type of drink; I don't know why we call it that. Maybe it's for babies."
"It's not for babies, Lizzie," said Skye, shaking her head.
"You know what? I'll just have a lemonade," said Madeline.
"Me, too," said Andrea.
"I'll have a water," said Debra.
"Give me a coke," said Skye, "even though you don't have actual coke."
Lizzie scribbled all their orders down. "Alright. Be back in a seccy." Lizzie walks away.
The girls look in their menus while Skye looks around.
"This is like a knockoff of Hooters," she said.
"I think I've seen a place like this on Catfish," shared Debra.
"Will you guys stop?" asked Madeline. "This is Lizzie's first job. We shouldn't insult it."
"We're not insulting anything," said Skye. "It's just bizarre. And that girl said Tidbits is a place for good men but they appreciate a good woman. What the frick does that mean?"
"It means you should shut up and find something to eat."
"Do you think they have those tuna salad sandwiches that The Tea Room makes?" questioned Andrea.
"No, the only way to get those sandwiches is if you go to The Tea Room."
"Lizzie should've got a job at The Tea Room then."
"If she got a job there, then the sandwiches would be terrible. Everybody needs to support Lizzie's job and just order something."
"This sounds delicious," said Skye, looking inside her menu. "Beefcake. It's basically meatloaf... but they call it beefcake."
"How about this one?" Andrea questioned. "Wieners and buns. Doesn't even say 'hotdogs'. It says, 'Wieners n' buns'. Yummy?"
"And look what they have for dessert," declared Debra. "Studmuffins. 'Freshly baked muffins spangled with candy jewels.' That sounds interesting."
"Looks like they don't have any salads on here, Debra," noticed Andrea.
"Oh, that's fine. Maybe I should ask to get the 'Apple with a Baby's Arm'. What?" Debra wrinkled her forehead.
"Listen, Madeline, I ain't trying to eat a baby's arm," said Skye.
"Then don't order it," Madeline commanded.
In a little while, Lizzie came back with a tray of drinks. She set it on the table and began passing them out.
"Don't drop them," Skye said, not seriously.
Lizzie giggled. "Here you go," she said, picking up her empty tray.
"Wow, Lizzie," said Madeline. "I must say I'm impressed so far."
"Thank you. Are you guys ready to order?"
"Mm, not yet."
"Do you mind giving us some recommendations?" requested Skye.
"Oh, sure. No problem. How about some appetizers?"
"Sure."
"Okay, we're serving hot wangs."
"Why did you say like that?" asked Andrea.
"Like what?"
"You said 'hot wings' weird."
"Oh, they're not hot wings. We call them hot wangs."
"You know what?" said Skye. "I don't think we need appetizers. Got any ideas what we should order?"
"Oh, we have noodles and balls."
"Really?"
"That's what we call our spaghetti and meatballs."
"Then I guess I'll have that then." Skye chuckled a fake laugh.
"It also comes with buns."
"No buns. Just give me the noodles and the... stuff."
Lizzie scribbled Skye's order down on her notepad. "Okay. And the rest of you?"
Andrea looked at Madeline.
"Uh, just give the rest of us wieners and... buns," Madeline responded.
"Okay." Lizzie wrote that down.
"Hello?" said Debra, waving her hand. "Vegetarian?"
"Just get the baby arm," Madeline insisted.
"Is there anything else I can eat?"
"We have sweet melons," replied Lizzie.
"Then give me that."
Lizzie wrote it down. "Alright. I'll make sure your food is hot and moist for you guys."
"Don't say that, Lizzie," Skye almost muttered.
"That's what I have to say to everybody but okay." Lizzie walks off and opens the door to the kitchen, disappearing into it.
"I caught a glimpse of the kitchen," noted Skye. "The chefs wear the same thing as the waitresses.They're not even wearing the hats."
"Lizzie better not be cooking our food," said Andrea.
"You guys, I have a strange feeling about this place," shared Debra.
"Me, too," Skye agreed. "This place is giving me chlamydia."
"Guys, will you relax?" asked Madeline. "This place is just like any other normal restaurant."
"Uh, no, normal restaurants call their spaghetti and meatballs 'spaghetti and meatballs'. Not 'noodles and balls'."
"They're just trying to be unique. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Yes, that is right," Debra agreed.
"Dios mio," uttered Andrea, looking to her left. "I can see her thong."
The girls looked where Andrea was looking and saw a waitress at the table next to them, leaning against it, talking to a customer. They were able to see the waitress' skimpy underwear right under her uniform.
"You don't got to look at her butt, Andrea," said Madeline. "Have some manners."
"Really? I should have manners in this place? We're about to eat wieners and buns."
"Still, these girls don't want to be ogled at."
"Are you serious, Madeline?" asked Skye. "They're wearing dresses that stop above their crotches."
"And they got way too much makeup on," added Debra.
"Oh, my gosh," said Madeline, glancing at the ceiling. "Do you hear yourselves? This is Lizzie's workplace and as her friends, we need to respect her workplace."
"How can we respect her workplace when it's full of half-naked girls and suggestively named foods?" questioned Skye. "And the Night Owl Special? What's that?"
"It's the opposite of the Early Bird Special. Use your mind, Skye."
"Look, we're here and we ordered food," reminded Debra. "Why don't we just do what we normally do at restaurants?"
"Fine," said Skye, rolling her eyes. "I'm thirsty anyway."
"Yeah, me, too," said Madeline.
The girls picked up their drinks and took a sip at the same time. Immediately and simultaneously, they spit on the table before covering their mouths and coughing.
"¿Que demonios?" uttered Andrea loudly.
"What is this?" asked Skye.
"I think they're half alcohol," guessed Madeline.
"How do you know what alcohol tastes like?"
"I just know, okay?"
"This doesn't taste like water at all," noted Debra.
"Yours probably has vodka in it."
Skye stared at Madeline.
"It's just a guess."
Madeline looked around to see if any waitresses were coming by. One was about to walk past so Madeline caught her attention and stopped her. She was of Asian descent with brown eyes and a big chest.
"Excuse me," said Madeline. "Yeah, hi. Uh, I'm afraid that whoever was making the drinks put alcohol in ours."
"Well, how old are you guys?" asked the waitress.
"We're all eighteen."
"Then there's nothing wrong with your drinks."
"Um, not to sound like Albert Einstein," started Skye, "but I do believe that the drinking age is twenty-one."
"Really? I didn't know that and I drink all the time."
"I'm sure you do."
"Listen, lady, we don't want alcohol in our drinks," said Madeline.
"Then you should've asked for the kid drinks," said the waitress. "We don't put alcohol in those." She then walked away, ending the conversation.
"If we want something non-alcoholic, we got to ask for the kid drinks?" questioned Skye.
"Okay, that's just weird," commented Madeline.
"Really?"
Now the waitress whose thong was showing started to hold the customer's hand. He was a big guy in a white wifebeater and trucker hat. Underneath his hat was a brunet mullet and he had a matching goatee. She helped him up and led him to the door next to the kitchen.
"What is happening?" asked Andrea.
"Maybe she's showing the man where the bathrooms are," guessed Debra.
"The bathrooms are over there," said Skye, pointing at the restroom doors next to the mysterious door.
"Well, don't I feel like a fool."
"Okay, this is not acceptable restaurant behavior," said Madeline.
"Ya think?" inquired Skye, raising an eyebrow.
Madeline looked around and found another waitress. "Hey, you!" she called.
The waitress turned around and came right over. She had auburn hair, green eyes and plush lips. Her breasts were just as big as the last waitress'.
"Uh, I saw one of the workers take a man into that door between the kitchen and the bathrooms. What is that door?"
"Oh, that's the Night Owl Special door," the waitress answered.
"Oh. What is that?"
"Well, after you order the Night Owl Special, you and your lucky waitress get to go through that door, which leads to a room."
Madeline laughed awkwardly. "What kind of room?"
"It's a special room where you and your waitress get to play."
"With what? Toys?"
"Well, there are toys in there."
"Lady, I don't get what you're trying to say."
"Oh, my God, Madeline," moaned Skye. "It's a playroom."
"For adults," added Andrea.
The waitress nodded.
"Oh, my," Madeline said, shaking her head. "Oh, my."
"Who's your waitress?" the waitress asked.
"Lizzie," Debra answered, almost not wanting to.
"Ooh, Lizzie. She's the kind of girl who will do anything."
"No," Madeline sternly said. "No, she's not. Don't talk about her like that. She's my friend, alright? She is not that type of girl. She would never do those things with anybody."
"Wow, somebody needs to go to the playroom."
"No, no, I do not. I'm fine. Sorry for raising my voice."
"You're forgiven. I like aggression anyway." She caressed Madeline's shoulder before walking away.
Madeline's eyes widened. She wiped her shoulder as if the waitress put dirt on it.
Skye laughed. "Madeline's got a girlfriend," she sang. "Madeline's got a girlfriend."
"Shut up," Madeline hissed. "I can't believe she did that."
"I can't believe there's a playroom," said Debra.
"Guys, could this be?" asked Andrea.
"Yep," Skye replied. "This place is a whorehouse. Or a whore steakhouse. Either way, there are whores."
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