Psych Me Out
Dreamy627
romance
romance
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Stella Lockhart is a beautiful girl who often got made fun of through her childhood for her darker tastes in things. Her parents were addicts of sorts and people picked at her forc...1. Intro
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Stella Lockhart
I sighed, a bit overwhelmed but all was fine.
I cursed as I accidentally spilt beer down my shirt while stacking them on top of the tray.
But I made it safely to the table.
They all cheered, watching the UFC match on TV.
I set the beers down, all of them the same.
"Thanks darlin'," one man pushed a $50 into my shirt.
I fucking love having tits for this reason.
"Sure. I'll be back if you need anything." I walked away.
I tucked the tip into my waist apron.
"Take your 30. Pete made you lunch in the kitchen." Amber said and I nodded, walking into the back.
"Here you are Stell." He handed me a basket of a fresh bacon burger and fries.
He put the spicy chipotle sauce on top and cut it in half how I like.
"You're incredible. Your wife is one lucky woman!" I shouted walking to the back, washing my hands before sitting and eating.
I hummed, Nikki came in and smiled.
"Hm?" I asked as she sat beside me.
"There's some men requesting you as their waiter tonight."
"What's that smile?"
"They look hot and rich."
"Well they'll have to wait till I'm done eating this burger." I took another bite.
He'd made her some wings.
Pete has been here since opening 25 years ago. He's a mentor, a work dad, and someone everyone can rely on.
One of my favorite humans.
And I don't like men.
Or women.
Or people.
But he's my favorite.
I hiccuped and groaned.
"You eat too fast."
"I know. I forget." I laughed, she handed me a napkin.
"Thanks babe. I gotta change, I spilt beer all over myself, I smell." I sniffled as my nose started running from the spice of the sauce.
"You gotta keep those tits out though, I've seen the bills coming in." She laughed.
"All I got."
"A pretty face too."
"You got ass."
"Together we're perfect." She teased.
I shrugged as I stood, checking the time.
I had enough to change and use the restroom.
I got to my locker and removed my black, low cut, long sleeve and replaced it with my black, low cut, short sleeve, cropped top.
I used the restroom and fixed my eyeliner and lipstick, adjusting my black, frizzy hair back into place.
I was out right on time, tying on my waist apron and got my notepad ready.
"Table 6 wants you." Amber said and I nodded.
I went and four men sat. Intimidating, angry men.
"I don't think I know any of you. Why the request?" I asked as another man approached the table with a motorcycle helmet on.
No one answered.
"Bright crowd, anyways- oh." I froze when the fifth took off his helmet.
"Mr. Sterling." I studied my perfect psychiatrist in his out of perfect form.
He was so particular.
Same patterns. Same hair. Same glasses.
All gone.
He smiled at me, sitting.
"I had them ask for you. I'm sorry if this seems highly unprofessional but we needed a new bar. Last one had some issues. I knew you worked around the area. This wouldn't be where I'd expect you to work though if I'm being honest." He studied the bar.
It was a darker themed bar.
Not a sports bar.
Not a club.
There's not necessarily words to describe it other than creeps and druggies and fucked up people come here.
I like being a light in someone's day. Or month. Or year.
"Uhm, no, just shocked is all." I nodded.
"What can I get you all?" I asked.
So many eyes, so many men.
"Do you guys want a larger table?"
"We're fine. Breathe, Stella. We can go if you're uncomfortable." Mr. Sterling had his head tilted to the side a bit, amused.
"It's fine."
"Can I have whiskey over ice?" One man asked, his tan body was covered in tattoos. Hair black, eyes a lighter brown, the corners of his lips were turned up.
"This is Luxor by the way." Mr. Sterling introduced.
"Nice meeting you, I'll get that for you." I wrote the name with the drink.
I try to know all my customers by name. Terrible name game but amazing face memory on my part.
"Corona. I'm Micah." He offered a hand. Brown hair, tanned skin, green eyes. He was sophisticated with the exception of his left arm being tatted.
"Business man?" I asked.
"How did you guess?"
"I don't get many handshakes around here." I smiled and wrote that down.
My hands were shaking and I was clammy.
I'm glad I ate otherwise I'd be a trembling mess.
What made it worse was Mr. Sterling knew all of this as he watched me.
"Rum and Coke." It was low, nearly quiet. Black curly hair, blue eyes, pale. His arms and neck showed tattoos like Luxor. His nose was pierced with a small silver hoop.
"That's Adrian." Mr. Sterling said and he gave me a nod, seeming distracted.
I saw Luxor rub the fifth ones back.
His eyes were killer blue. Piercing. His hair a deep brown, with a tatted neck and half sleeve on the right arm, full on the left.
"Blue moon. With orange." He nodded.
"That's Axel. And I'd like a Bourbon over ice. You don't know me as this, I'm Elias. Please don't do last name while I'm here." He asked kindly.
"That's just fine. Nice to meet you all. I'll be back with those drinks."
I turned and got all of their drink prepared along with a couple that sat beside them some refills.
I gave their refills first, then doing the five.
"You bike?" I asked Mr. Sterling.
"We all do. I was a bit late. Had them reserve a table. And you." He answered.
"Gotcha. That seems like a fun pass time." I set down silverware.
"We all think do. Ever biked?"
"No. I stay on four wheels." I grabbed my notepad and pen.
Some of them laughed quietly.
"Mmm. Alright. I'll take whatever you think is best."
"All of us will." Luxor added.
"Mmmm burger or wing preference?"
"Whatever you want."
"Alright."