Mafia Together

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, I gathered the dirty dishes from the table along with my lousy tip. Trotting off toward the kitchen in a rush, I eyed the clock hanging over the register. Two more hours I thought and I'm outta here.

As I deposited the soiled dishes in the pan Pete yelled out to me. "Order up Gabriela".

Rushing to grab my customer's food, I skirted around the register and saw a group of young men enter. Rolling my eyes I pray they wouldn't be seated in my section. Guys like this flocked to Vegas, blew all their cash in the casinos, and laid up with prostitutes. Most would hit on me, talk vulgarly, and leave shitty tips if they left one at all. Then they left their table as if a team of toddlers had been eating.

I sighed in relief as my best friend Isabella set them elsewhere. Turning she gave me a wink and I mouthed a huge "Thank you".

I was born and raised on the outskirts of Vegas by both my parents. They were hard workers and provided well but college wasn't in the cards for me. After graduation, I headed to the city for a job which isn't hard to come by in the city of sin. With all the casinos, hotels, restaurants, and shows, there are jobs aplenty. I worked in a snazzy hamburger joint that boasted of grease and was home to the twelve-dollar burger. I've been here since I was eighteen and I'm twenty-two now. I eke out a decent living, have my pad and a decent enough used car. It gets me where I'm going.

Mostly I make killer tips, especially when the business executives pour in or the old, rich horny men. However, I have to indulge in their flirting and advances but I'm tough. I've only had a few that actually tried to grab at me but Pete quickly escorted them out.

Which I find it strange all these men hound me. I'm not that pretty, mostly I'm plain. My hair is wild and I'm too pale. Besides, I'm taken anyways. Yes, Jared and I have been together for almost two years now and plan on building a future together. He works the blackjack tables at one of the casinos.

I took my next customer's order and made my way to the back. Sticking the slip of paper in the spin dial, I gave it a quick turn as Pete called out. "Damn it, Gabriela, I've told you not to do that. The orders get out of line".

Winking, I sassed. "You still love me though".

Shaking his head he laughed. "Like one of my own".

Seeing that I had a moment to rest, I walked farther back where a table was set up for our breaks. Flopping down in the chair, I grabbed my water bottle as Isabella joined me. I fanned my arm as Isabella lit her cigarette and inhaled deeply. "You really should drop that habit".

Shrugging her shoulders, she exhaled. "Gotta die of something".

Knowing there was no need to argue, I closed my eyes for a mental break. "Hey, you coming with me tonight. I'm going to check out the scene at that new club".

Looking down at this ridiculous uniform we were made to wear I laughed. "Absolutely. I'm sure this blue checkered hoop dress will just dazzle, not to mention my cheeseburger perfume. Besides I've got to work the breakfast shift tomorrow so straight home for me".

"Damn it". Isabella stamped her foot. "I never get the breakfast shift. Your lucky. All the horny drunks wander in at night".

"Sorry babe". I chuckled as I got back up.