Everybody Loves a Waitress (Chapter 5)

"This condo is pretty sweet, Madeline," commented Lucky. Lizzie was sitting behind her, braiding one side of her red hair.
"Thank you," said Madeline with a smile. "My dad is a sweet buyer."
"Is the trial against Tidbits still going on?" asked Skye.
"Yep, and my dad has a lot of evidence so that place is going down in no time."
"I can't believe that guy was trying to run that restaurant as a brothel at the same time," shared Debra.
"If I knew that was a brothel, I would've never worked there," said Lizzie. "I should've done my research."
"Ya think?" asked Skye.
"I hate how things like prostitution is still encouraged in this world," said Madeline. "I wish everybody grew up making the right choices, not only for them but for the world."
"If one more person becomes an actual whore, half of the human population will succumb to STDs," said Skye.
"And STIs," added Andrea.
"And ABCs," Lizzie added as well.
"I'm just so glad you stopped working there, Lizzie," said Madeline. "It really shows me how mature you've become."
"Thanks, Maddie."
"But even if you still worked there," started Andrea, "we know you would never become any of those girls there."
"Yeah, most of those girls were lifeless. I think some of them were zombies."
"Well, as long as you don't eat brains, we'll still be your friend," said Skye.
"Aw, thanks."
"So, Lucky, did you tell your parents what was going on at Tidbits?" asked Debra.
"Yeah, they were not too happy about it," Lucky answered. "But they're glad that I'm okay and I decided to quit."
"Well, that's good, Lucky."
"They're making me see a gynecologist though."
"Oh."
"Funny how we're all older than Lucky and she had more sex than us," said Skye. "I feel like an old lady."
Lucky giggled.
"I don't want to have sex anyway," shared Lizzie. "It sounds like it hurts."
"Oh, it does," said Lucky, slightly nodding. "Trust me. That's why they say it's important to do it with somebody you love."
"But I don't want to hurt them either."
"It doesn't hurt the guy, Lizzie," clarified Skye. "It will seem like it does but it really doesn't."
"So are you going to look for another job, Lizzie?" Madeline questioned.
"I already did," Lizzie replied.
"Please don't tell me it's at Hooters," said Andrea.
"It's not. It's actually Madeline's old job."
"You're working at the Pink Tee?" asked Madeline.
"Yep."
"I thought Penelope disliked you," Skye said.
"She does, but she needs somebody else working there. Do you know she's the only person there?"
"Yes," Madeline replied. "That's why I stopped working there. It was affecting my popularity."
"Yeah, right," said Skye, rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, it's good that you found another job. A good job."
"Yeah, but I was also thinking about having a job like yours, Maddie," shared Lizzie. "I always wondered what it's like to be a call girl."
Skye snickered before covering her face.
"I'm not a call girl, Lizzie," Madeline defended, feeling offended. "I'm a receptionist."
"What's the difference?" asked Lizzie.
"A receptionist is a person employed to answer the phone in an office and deal with clients," answered Skye. "And a call girl is liquorice that's red in one place."
Madeline laughed, falling into Skye's lap. Skye laughed, too, hugging Madeline by the neck. Andrea looked at Debra, who was shaking her head, and could not help but laugh.
"I don't get it," said Lucky.

Everybody Loves a Waitress (Chapter 4)

"I can't believe Lizzie works in here," shared Debra.
"I know," said Skye. "Why did you let this happen, Maddie?"
"Why did I let this happen?" Madeline repeated. "I didn't know she got a job when she got the job. She told us all about it at the same time."
"Yeah, but you could've stopped her. You're supposed to be the smart one."
"How are you gonna blame me? We're all here. You should blame yourself. We should all blame ourselves."
"Thanks for making me feel bad," said Debra.
"What kind of restaurant has a playroom?" inquired Skye. "This is like Fifty Shades of Grey, but with food."
"And I can't believe that waitress took that man into that room," said Andrea. "And he smelled like beef when he passed by."
"I think I'm going to be sick," said Madeline. "I gotta go to the bathroom. Anybody want to come with?"
"To watch you throw up?" asked Skye, crossing her arms. "I don't think so."
"Whatever." Madeline stood up. "I'll tie up my hair myself. I have a rubberband."
"Neat-O," Skye said sarcastically.
Madeline made her way to the girls' bathroom.
"Forgive me for my language but this place is trashy," said Debra, almost in a whispering tone.
"I'd never thought I would ever step foot in a brothel," shared Skye. "And it'd be disguised as an eatery."
"We should've saw it coming," said Andrea. "They called it 'an eatery'."
"Wow." Skye's eyes were in a different direction.
"I know. That was kinda corny."
"Not what you said. What I'm seeing right now."
"What are you seeing?" asked Debra.
"That girl over there."
Andrea and Debra looked where Skye was looking and found a waitress. She was a bit short and seemed younger than the other waitresses. She had short red hair and innocent blue eyes. She was talking to a customer with a big wad of bubblegum in her mouth.
"She's sixteen years old," Skye informed.
"How do you know?" questioned Andrea.
"Before we graduated, she was a freshman at our school. Her name is Lucky. She was in my programming class. That's a nerd class."
"So you're a nerd?"
"No, I just always wanted to understand coding. What I don't understand is how Lucky is working here."
"Oh, I feel like I'm in Taxi. Or Taxi Cab."
"It's Taxi Driver."
"Thank you."
Soon, Madeline came back with a stunned expression on her face.
"What's wrong, Barfie?" Skye asked her.
"Somebody's having sex in the bathroom," said Madeline in a slight deadpan voice.
"What?" said Debra.
"Are you sure it was the bathroom and not the playroom?" asked Andrea.
"Yes, I'm sure, Andrea," Madeline hissed. "There were toilets and sinks and a waitress waiting to give me mints or whatever she was going to give me."
"Why are people bonking in the bathrooms?" Skye questioned. "I know people do that all the time but there's a room where they can do that."
"They were also holes on the stalls."
"You know what? Let them bonk in the bathroom."
"Why are there holes?" asked Debra.
"They're for--"
"Don't tell her, Skye!" Madeline interrupted her.
"I'll tell you later," Skye whispered to Debra.
Lizzie arrived to the girls' table with a tray of food in each hand. "Here are your meals," she announced with a grin. She set them down on the table and started passing the plates.
"Lizzie!" Madeline called. She gave her a squeeze. "Just the girl we wanted to see."
Lizzie giggled. "Sorry I've been gone. I was busy waiting tables and getting your food."
"No, this is not the noodles and balls right now," said Skye, pointing at her plate. It was full of cooked spaghetti noodles with two big meatballs lined up on top. Projecting from between the meatballs was a long, ovoid-shaped pile of tomato sauce.
"Yeah, it is. That's how we make it for the girls."
"What if a guy asks for it?"
"Oh, instead of putting the sauce on the spaghetti like that, we put a drop of it on each of the meatballs."
Skye sighed. "Of course you do."
"Lizzie, do you know where you are right now?" asked Madeline.
"Uh, I'm at a restaurant called Tidbits," answered Lizzie. "I work here and wait tables. Like I'm not that dumb, you guys."
"Lizzie, this is more than just a restaurant," said Debra.
"It is?"
"This is a brothel."
"You mean, like soup?"
"Not a broth," said Andrea assertively. "A brothel. A whorehouse."
Lizzie looked around. "This doesn't look like a house."
"It doesn't matter, Liz'," said Madeline with her eyes closed. "The point is you need to stop working here."
"No way! This is my first job. I'm making money-cheddar."
Madeline opened her eyes. "It's money or cheddar. Do you know what that door is for?" She pointed at the door for the playroom.
"Yeah, that's the Night Owl room. It comes with the Night Owl Special."
"Yeah, but do you know what they do in that room?"
"Yeah, I heard there are toys in there. Funny how I never see any kids go in that room. I guess some adults still like to play with toys."
"So you never had to do anything... strange with a customer here?"
"No, not at all. But I was told if one of my customers ask for the Night Owl Special, I'm supposed to go in that room with them."
"Nuh-uh," uttered Debra, shaking her head. "Uh-uh, uh-uh. No, no. Lizzie, you don't want to go in that room."
"Yeah, especially right now," said Skye. "You ever stuck your Barbie doll in a blob of Play-Dough?"
"Yeah," Lizzie replied.
"That's what going on in that room."
"There's Play-Dough in there?"
"No, esta loca!" uttered Andrea, "This is a whorehouse, Lizzie! The waitresses are making whoopee with the customers here."
"Yeah, and if you keep working here, you're gonna be a hooker," added Skye.
"Oh, that don't sound like fun," said Lizzie with wide eyes.
"You know what?" asked Madeline. "I want to speak with the manager. Let me see your manager."
"Okay, I'll go get him." Lizzie walked off.
"Are you sure you want to speak with the manager?" asked Debra.
"Yeah," Madeline responded. "This is not what America is about. You can't just run things like this and think you're doing nothing wrong."
"Maybe they know they're doing something wrong," said Skye. "They're just doing it because they can."
"Well, I'm not going to stand for it."
Before long, Lizzie came back with a man. He had on black sunglasses over his eyes. He had short, brown hair and a five O'clock shadow. He even had on a navy blue suit.
"Oh, some fine girls looking for a job, I see," he said.
"Oh, no," said Madeline with her arms crossed. "We're not looking for a job."
"Then why are you here?"
"We were eating," answered Debra. "Or about to eat."
"Oh, I never really see any girls dine at this restaurant. But we are welcome to lesbians."
"We're not lesbians," clarified Madeline. "We all have boyfriends."
"Oh." The man looked at Lizzie. "Next time, get some straight guys to come here instead of straight girls."
Madeline chuckled. "No, there's not going to be a next time. Lizzie is not working here anymore."
"Why not? I need girls like her."
"No, you don't need girls like her. You want girls like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman."
"I do want pretty women."
"I see, but you don't need Lizzie. She's a good girl."
"I know. She does a good job here. I expect her to do more, though."
"But see, she's not gonna do more because she's not working here anymore."
"Are you her mom?"
"I'm her best friend. Obviously."
"Then you don't speak for Lizzie, do you?"
"Excuse me, what's your name?" Andrea asked.
"I'm Butch, the general manager."
"Nice to meet you, Butch, the general manager. I don't want to sound rude but can you take off your Pitbull sunglasses so we can see eye-to-eye?"  
"Listen, you don't have to be here." Butch took off his glasses. He had a little bit of crow's feet coming in.
"Lizzie invited us here," Skye said.
"So why are you complaining?"
"You're running a whorehouse," Madeline replied.
"And?"
"And? And you should stop! It's illegal."
"Not really."
"Well, I can sue you. My dad has the money to do that."
"So you're just gonna rat me out? Don't be jealous of my success."
"Jealous? Butch, please! My life is way too pleasing for me to be jealous of you."
"Is that a titty cake?" asked Skye, standing up, looking at a customer's table.
"It's somebody's birthday," Butch responded.
"Ever heard of birthday cake?" asked Andrea.
"That's too boring."
"Look, I'm not gonna let you get away with this," said Madeline. "You're encouraging my best friend to be a floozy."
"Look, I get that you girls are tense," said Butch, putting his hands out. "I can fix that. Lucky!"
The waitress that the girls were eyeing earlier approached them.
"Take them to the Night Owl room," Butch told her.
Lucky put her hand on Andrea's arm but she flinched. "Girl," Andrea said, getting up. "You better back up or you gonna need another nose job."
Lucky made a face of confusion.
"Lucky, why are you working here?" asked Skye.
"Oh, hi, Skye," Lucky said. Her voice was a bit shaky. "I'm just making some money, that's all."
"For what? A fur coat?"
"Will you stop bullying my employee?" demanded Butch.
"I know your employee."
"Do you want to ruin the youthful population?" asked Madeline.
"Hey, these girls are at least eighteen or older," said Butch.
"Lucky is sixteen," corrected Skye.
"Well, she's almost eighteen."
"This is an outrage," said Madeline. "You're a sick man and I wouldn't mind if you got locked up."
"The nipples on the titty cake are candles," stated Skye.
"Do you know what society we are living in?" asked Butch. "Do you think anyone would listen to you? You're just a little girl."
"Hey, don't talk to my friend like that," ordered Andrea, walking towards Butch.
Debra got up. "Yeah, she's a smart woman," she added.
"A little boy is blowing out the candles," noted Skye.
"Madeline is more than a little girl," said Andrea. "She's more than the little girls you got running around here with their buttholes all out."
"Hey, the skirt on this uniform has the length of the average miniskirt," said Lucky, putting her hand on her hip.
"Yeah, in porn world."
"Listen, you guys obviously have a problem with my restaurant," said Butch. "So I suggest you get out or I'll make you get out."
Andrea glared at Butch. "Man, pfft!" She waved her hand over his face, faking a slap only to make him flinch, which worked. "I can escort myself out here. Muchas gracias."
"Whatever. Lizzie, your friends are obviously not going to eat so you should definitely clean all this up." Butch pointed at the girls' table, which was full of untouched food.
Lizzie glanced at the table then glanced at her friends. She looked right into her manager's eyes. "No," she said.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"I said no. I'm not going to clean that up because I don't work here anymore."
"You're quitting?"
"Yep. You know what? I was so elated to get a job. I didn't think anyone would hire me. But I rather be jobless than get hired for my looks and my coo-coo."
"Did she just say, 'coo-coo'?" asked Skye.
"If I stay here, my future is not going to look so bright. I'm so glad I have friends who care about me and are great influences to my life. So, yes, Butch, I'm quitting."
"Fine," said Butch, curling his lip. "I don't need you. You wear big underwear anyway."
"Hey, don't talk about my girl's underwear," Andrea demanded.
"Whatever." Butch rolled his eyes. "Just go."
The girls grouped together.
"We're on our way out," said Madeline.
"Wait!" said Lucky. "Can I come with you?"
"Lucky!" Butch called.
"I don't want to work here anymore. The Night Owl room is so scary. And the bathroom stalls have holes."
"Of course you can come with us, Lucky," said Skye.
"Lucky, you can't quit," said Butch.
Andrea lifted up Lucky and threw her over her shoulder. "She just did," Andrea said, holding onto Lucky's little legs. "You don't own her."
"You don't have to carry me," said Lucky, lifting her head up.
"Hey, I want to."
"See ya, Butch!" said Lizzie in a deep voice, putting up the peace sign.
The girls walked through the aisles towards the door.
"Can we hurry it up?" asked Debra. "Everyone is looking at us like dog food."
"Well, we are at a place full of dogs," said Madeline. "Dogs! All of you! Dogs!"
"You just love being the center of attention," said Skye.
The girls exit the restaurant with Andrea being the last out. Before she left, she turned around, swinging Lucky's body.
"Goodbye, girls of Tidbits," she declared. "I hope your dads are okay with this. And if you don't know your dads, they're probably here having beefcake."

Everybody Loves a Waitress (Chapter 3)

A week after, Lizzie asked her friends to come by Tidbits so she can serve them. So that's what they did. Lizzie provided them with a location so they could know where to go. While Lizzie was at work, Andrea drove her friends to Tidbits, which is located in an urban part of Orange County. She parallel-parked alongside a strip mall where Tidbits was on the end and the biggest place there. The girls carefully got out and hopped on the sidewalk. They walked towards the clear doors of Tidbits and entered through them.
"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."

Everybody Loves a Waitress (Chapter 2)

A few days later, the girls were chilling at Madeline's condo. However, Lizzie was not present. She did tell the girls that she would stop by. She had a surprise for them. So an hour in, they heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get that," said Andrea, walking towards the door.
"Thank you, Andrea," said Madeline from the couch. She was reading a fashion magazine.
"Yeah, whatever."
Andrea looked through the peephole and opened the door. Lizzie came twirling in with an interesting outfit on. She had on a silky, red minidress with a short, red and white striped apron. After Andrea closed the door, Lizzie began posing for her friends.
"Why do you look like slutty liquorice?" asked Skye.
"Maybe because I got a job," Lizzie responded.
Madeline dropped her magazine. "You did?"
"Uh-huh."
"Oh, good for you, Lizzie," said Debra with a smile.
"Thanks."
"Where do you work at now?" asked Andrea.
"Isn't it obvious?" Lizzie pointed at her apron, which had a logo on it.
"Tidbits," Andrea read. "I've never heard of that."
"Oh, it's an eatery in some area I've never been."
"Then how did you get the job?" asked Skye.
"Oh, after an interview at the Eulalie shop, which I totally bombed, I bumped into a guy who was looking for girls to work at his new restaurant."
"And you are sure that this restaurant is a restaurant, right?"
"Yeah, of course. I've seen it inside and out a dozen times."
"Are you a waitress?" questioned Andrea.
"Duh! Yeah, I have to wait tables and stuff. And I get to do it all in heels." She clicked her white heels together like Dorothy Gale.
"Wow, a restaurant that lets you wear heels," said Skye, nodding. "That sounds... innovative?"
"I know, right?"
"That uniform seems a bit high," commented Andrea. "I can see your granny's panties."
"Yeah, the skirt's a bit high, even for me. But it's my size so I don't know why it's this high. But it's my uniform!"
"I can't believe you actually got a job," shared Madeline. "I can't believe it. At all."
"Well, you better believe it. I start later at four so I can't be here all day."
"Well, it's good to know that you're finally going to be making money all by yourself," said Debra.
"Yeah, how much cheddar you're gonna be making?" asked Andrea, crossing her arms.
"Cheddar?" repeated Lizzie.
"You know, money."
"Oh, money. Wait, people call money 'cheddar'? Isn't money green?"
"Whatever, Lizzie. How much money you're gonna be making?"
"About twenty dollars an hour."
"Yipes!" uttered Skye. "That's good. I'm really proud of you, Lizzie. Sorry for calling you slutty liquorice earlier."
"That's okay. I don't know what slutty liquorice is."
"Oh, it's liquorice that's red in one place."
"Shut up, Skye," commanded Madeline, giggling.
"They're sorta rare but kinda easy to find."
"Stop."

Everybody Loves a Waitress (Chapter 1)

On a Monday, the girls went to a cafe down the street from Madeline's condominium. They were sitting together at a table outside with sandwiches and cups of coffees. While the girls were eating, Lizzie was staring at her phone, which she sat on the table. It took a while but they started to notice her lack of eating and excessive staring.
"Whatcha doin', Lizzie?" asked Skye.
"Oh, just waiting," she answered.
"For what? For your phone to explode?"
"I'm waiting to get the call back on whether I got the job or not."
"The job at Wendy's?" inquired Debra.
"Mm-hmm. The guy, Rich, told me he would call on Monday and he didn't call yet so I'm waiting."
"Your sandwich is gonna get cold," said Andrea.
"I don't mind."
"Are you sure you don't want me to have it?"
"You didn't even finish the one you got," noticed Madeline.
"But it's delicious. I want another one."
"Finish yours then buy another one."
"Can you give me some money?"
Madeline rolled her eyes.
In a flash, Lizzie's phone started ringing.
"Ah!" she exclaimed. "It's him!"
"Then pick it up," ordered Skye.
"Okay." Lizzie answered her phone and held it to her ear. "Hello? Hey, Rich. What's up? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh."
"Uh-huh," Skye said, almost in a mocking tone.
"Okay. Thank you for calling. Have a nice Monday or at least a decent one. Alright, bye." Lizzie hung up.
"What happened?" asked Madeline.
"I didn't get the job."
"Aw," all her friends uttered.
"I'm sorry, Lizzie," said Debra.
"It's fine," Lizzie responded. "At least I applied to other jobs."
"But half of the ones you applied to, they already gave you an answer and they were all no," reminded Madeline.
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying there's a possible chance that you won't get hired at any of them."
"Don't say that, Madeline," Debra commanded. "That's not true at all."
"Why did Rich say he couldn't hire you?" questioned Andrea.
"Well, he said it had to do a lot with my resume," Lizzie replied.
"What was on your resume which made him not consider you?" asked Debra.
"Oh, he said stuff about me being a cheerleader and that was the only thing I did at high school. He also said the fact that I didn't know how to cook or clean but learned how to French braid at seventeen didn't really make me seem useful."
"Wow," Andrea commented.
"I know. And the mascot for Wendy's have braids so I think me knowing how to braid is pretty useful."
"Yeah, but I don't think it's required to braid your hair for that job, Lizzie," said Skye.
"Is it because my hair's not red?"
"Not at all."
"Oh, is it because I'm not Swiss?"
"Not at all."
"Or German? I don't know what that girl is."
"Lizzie, it's not about looks," said Debra. "It's about your abilities to get things done."
"Hey, I get things done. One time, it took me two hours to make a house of cards."
"Ooh, that's impressive," remarked Madeline.
"Too bad there's not a job for it," said Skye.
"I mean the abilities that everyone should know how to do, like cook," clarified Debra.
"I know how to cook," said Lizzie.
Skye laughed.
"Can you make this sandwich?" asked Andrea with her mouth full. "This is pure heaven."
"You have to know how to clean,too," added Debra. "Do you clean the bathrooms at your house?" she asked Lizzie.
"Ugh, no way," she answered. "Do you know how many people use the toilet at home?"
"Yeah, and that person includes you so it's not a big deal."
"I saw a video on the internet of a girl licking toilet seats," shared Skye. "Maybe that gives you an idea on how to clean the bathroom?"
"Ew, Skye," said Madeline. "Why were you watching that?"
"Look, this isn't about me. This is about Lizzie."
"Guys, can we not talk about licking toilets while I'm eating this sandwich?" asked Andrea.
"I'm sorry, Liz', but Debra's right," said Madeline. "Therefore, I don't think you'll get hired at anything at all."
"Now, now, I'm pretty sure she'll find something," said Debra. "Lizzie can't be completely handicapped from working."
"That's right," said Lizzie. "And if I get rejected from everything I applied to, I'll just keep applying to more jobs."
"That's the spirit." Debra gave Lizzie a thumbs-up.
"Hey, I know how to drive. I can be a delivery person for a pizza place or something."
Skye laughed. "Ain't no way," she said.
"Yeah, stay behind the scenes, Lizzie," Debra advised. "Don't try anything big."
"Oh, alright," Lizzie agreed. "Ooh! I should apply for Madeline's old job at the Pink Tee."
"No," said Madeline. "Penelope didn't like you that much."
"Oh. Why?"
"If I tell you, I'd have to kill you."
"Oh, you don't have to kill me."
"Oh, yes, I do."