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Post by RIZZOLI SLYVIA DEBOUIS on Jul 4, 2013 17:39:21 GMT -5
Riz came into the dimly lit restaurant. The in between hours aloud there to be little crowds. She waved to one of her co-workers and than walked into the back. As she place down her keys and purse the lunch hour seemed to slowly begin. Riz got her notepad and watched as customers were being seated and tables started to fill up quickly. The first people seated in her area was a couple. She smiled and walked quickly over to their table. "Hello, welcome to La Belle," Riz said.
The couple looked up at her. "What would you like to drink," She asked calmly as she watched them scan the drink menu once more. After writing down their drink orders she quickly went to get their drinks and than wandered to the next table after asked the couple if they needed more time. As soon as she was was done with two other tables she walked over to the first couple. They ordered and she went to the next to tables getting their orders. She clipped the three orders onto the line and waited, sliding her notepad in her back pocket. After the food was prepared she balanced the trays on her hands and arms. Following her was another waitress who set down the tray holder for her.
She placed the food on each table and than took the trays back to the back. Taking her notebook out of her pocket she yawned. Riz sighed as the process of being a waitress was getting ready to begin. The hostess guided over more people to her area. Running her hand through her hair she walked over to the now full tables. Putting a smile on her face she welcomed the customers.
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Post by DAVID PARKER MATTHEWS on Jul 6, 2013 19:25:50 GMT -5
Parker liked the food at the resort, but he needed time away from his family. Of course, a few camera men were with him, just in case. Almost every moment of his life had been recorded for the past three years and Parker was still not used to it. Being on reality TV was the bane of his existence. Granted, with all the parties, the drinking and the bisexual sex, he was making fabulous TV while simultaneously pissing off his father... Parker figured being a good boy might get the show cancelled, but he hated that idea more than he hated being on tv. Parker knew that in some ways he liked the attention.
He strode into the restaurant, easily getting table without a reservation. The hostess was a fan of the show and her boyfriend was a big football fan. Being a sports star had its moments, even if Parker would rather be writing than playing football (not that anyone knew that of course).
Parker sat down and checked his hair in the curved surface of his spoon before picking up the menu. When a smiling waitress hit his periphery, Parker looked up, his signature charming smile on his lips. He loved to flirt, even if this girl didn't exactly seem his type. "I'll have gin, straight up." In his book alcohol was always acceptable, besides it was past five o'clock.
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Post by RIZZOLI SLYVIA DEBOUIS on Jul 7, 2013 14:13:31 GMT -5
"How many more years will I have to work here!" Riz huffed as she watched the hostess lead in another customer. The daily routine was getting old and she need to go somewhere new. Her restless personality was not doing well settling down in one place. She rolled her eyes at the hostess who lead the newest customer in. Truthfully she wasn't really sure who he was, but it was obvious everyone else did. After quickly getting the other customers drinks and food she made her way over to his table. She nodded as he ordered and quickly went to get his drink. The hostess swiftly cornered her near the bar. Turning around Riz looked at her confusion covering her face. "Do you have any idea who that is out there," the hostess started. Riz sighed and replied "A customer that needs his Gin." The hostess rolled her eyes and said "He is a famous athlete. Which means he could ruin your job, so you better be a very good waitress!" Riz pushed her way past the hostess with the Gin in her left hand. Than she said looking back at the hostess "How about your job will be ruined if you don't get back to it. Stop cornering your co-workers." Pushy people made the young lady's skin crawl. Out of habit she combed her hand through her hair as she weaved her way around the tables. A frown began to shape on her lips as she thought about the hostess. The thought of losing her job didn't bother her that much. The job had a bad pay and so being fired wouldn't be a huge lost. Setting the drink down in front of him she said, "here you go Sir." She asked as she pulled out her notepad and pencil "You ready to order?" Although she waited patiently she looked over her shoulder back at the hostess booth and muttered to herself as she caught the same hostess staring, "you sir must have some really devoted fans." Turning her head back to the man she waited for him to order something.
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Post by DAVID PARKER MATTHEWS on Jul 7, 2013 20:26:53 GMT -5
Parker watched his waitress walk away, admiring the slight swing of her hips. The hostess joined her at the bar, and they exchanged words for a moment. Parker smirked, he was just vain enough tot hink they might be talking about him. His waitress returned with a little bit of a frown as she set down his drink. "Don't look so glum," Parker told her. "Doesn't do your pretty face any favors..." He said leaving the end hanging as he waited for her to give him her name, it was generally customary of waitresses to tell you who they were.
Parker was bemused by her gruff demeanor. She obviously didn't like being a waitress. "Well, what would you recommend?" He asked with a flirty smile. Maybe he could jolly her into a better mood, then he'd give her a good tip. Only if she deserved it.
"Parker, don't call me sir." He said with a smile. 'Sir' was a title for someone much different from him."And you mean our lovely hostess?" Parker said, looking back at the front of the restaurant, she was staring. Parker gave her a little playful finger wave at her and she looked away. He laughed with a bit of a smirk.
"Anyway, you were going to tell me what's good to eat here." He said, noticing she didn't seem to want to chat.
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Post by RIZZOLI SLYVIA DEBOUIS on Jul 8, 2013 20:12:20 GMT -5
Riz chuckled a little and said "Fine Parker, well I'm Riz. I am of course your waitress tonight." She put a half smile back on her face and tapped her pencil on the notepad as she thought about what was good here. "Hmm let's see," she said as she looked down at the menu. She pointed at the menu, "If you are looking for something a little fancy I guess there is the Blanket of Veal, it's like a stew. You can also have different types of sausage each with a different sauce. Though there is one sausage that comes with duck." She looked up and sighed. "Though I do believe my favorite is much better than all of those." Riz smiled and flipped over the menu. Then she pointed to the word Tartiflette "Basically there is potatoes, onions, cheese, and then you can have a side of meat. Like ham or pork." She looked behind her at her other tables and asked "So do you need more time Parker? She mouthed to another waitress asking her if she could get a few of her leaving customers their receipts. The waitress walked over to her and she ripped off two pieces off of her notepad, than handed it to her. The other waitress poked her and said as she passed by, "fine, but your still cleaning up." Riz looked up at the waitress with a sly smile, than laughed and nodded. After the waitress went to her tables she turned her attention back to Parker. Her stomach silently grumbled as she remembered all the European dishes made in her house. Although this restaurant was supposed to be a fancy French restaurant, everything seemed to be made for America including the food. Of course all her life she had to hear her father and mother complaining that the U.S was messing up European food.
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Post by DAVID PARKER MATTHEWS on Jul 10, 2013 9:37:11 GMT -5
"Its a pleasure Riz," Parker said politely, but he smirked. Formalities were only good for flirting and foreplay in his opinion anyway. He listened to her options and decided, "Tartiflette, with pork." He said. parker was an American football star, he was a meat and potatoes kind of guy.. or the French equivalent anyway.
Another waitress came over to get bills from Riz so other people didn't have to wait for her. Parker paused and looked over the newcomer with a thoughtful and flirty expression. The girl flashed him a smile and he shrugged, taking a sip of his gin lightly. Parker's lips twitched as the burning liquid went down his throat. Nothing burned quite so well. Did they always hire pretty European girls at upscale places like this? He momentarily considered that the restaurant could be a front for something more explicit, but that was wishful thinking.
"I'd love a basket of bread too," Parker said, noting that other tables had complimentary bread. Maybe it came after you ordered, but he wanted to make sure he got his fair share. Carbs were an athlete's best friend after all.
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