08-31-2012, 12:02 AM
Lewis looked the waitress over. He saw her pumps, the ivy leaves covering her body, it was her hair that reminded him of something primal.
Fire. Bright, hot and power. I wonder what they make her wear in the fall. Lewis began to salivate.
“Thanks for the Hors d'oeuvre, It is just what I was looking for.” He said putting his accent on thick.
These taste like shit, what is this tofu.
“Now I’m not one to stay by the bar, perhaps you could find me a nice table in your section where you can serve me?”
Lewis gave the server a smile, the same warm smile that won him his seat, the same trusting smile that made him rich, the same charming smile that got him everything.
Before the server could say anything, Lewis kept talking, “I’m sure those other drinks can wait for another server.” Lewis reached in to his jacket for his thick black leather wallet. “I have been known to be rather generous when I get what I want.” He grabbed his credit card and tossed a hundred on the bar, and another hundred on the red head’s tray.
“So lead the way, oh and by the way, names Lewis.”
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