This choice: Reagan would notice a "Help Wanted" Poster on the wall... • Go Back... Lone Star Tavern had various bric-a-brac on the walls dedicated to the great state of Texas, from country singer signed photos to cattle brands to giant, cactus based advertisements. The decor briefly drew Reagan's attention until she noticed another poster with the restaurant's name back near the entrance.
" 'Help Wanted, Waitstaff.' Geez, they really are new."
"Hmmm," Ixchel munched on her mozzarella sticks. "You should think about getting a job here, Reagan."
"Blech." While Reagan could go for some extra cash, the rambunctious twin was a bit too self-centered and lazy to consider finding work. She did find Lone Star Tavern to have decent atmosphere and good garlic bread, so their food had to be good, but had yet to be sold on the idea of finding a job.
"You know what your sister is like," Ixchel said, indicating Audrey, the eldest and de facto head of household as it was her signature as the primary renter on the lease. "There's more bills to pay so everyone is expected to chip in. She even got Uma out looking for work the other day."
"Me and Phoebe still have college," Reagan said, much as she had been shirking her studies and lab time in a similar fashion. The wide-hipped redhead slouched in her seat. "So we're exempt, you know?"
Ixchel continued to munch at her appetizer while conversing with her cousin. "Provided you keep up your grades. Really, she's just being a good big sister, wanting to make sure her twin sisters can make their way in the word. Think of it this way; you might get her to quiet her tune if you showed the initiative of getting a job before she would pester you somewhere down the line about finding work."
Reagan rested her chin on her fist. "Hrrk." Ixchel did have a point. For having just discovered the new restaurant, her motives for encouraging Reagan to apply for the Help Wanted here drew suspicion. Particularly for the dent she had left in the mozzarella stick basket. "What's with the coaching? You're not looking to see if they have a family rate, are you?"
"Am I?" Ixchel replied with inscrutable mirth. Or maybe it was the grease on her lips. "They've got good food and great atmosphere. What's not to like?"
"Since when were you so keen on the 'Tex' side of Tex-Mex, Chel? You're half Mexican." Ixchel Park was mostly Korean/Mexican in her genetic makeup, a cousin (by marriage) to the mainly caucasian Durant girls, although they were quite close being of the same generation in age.
Ixchel nearly choked on her last mozzarella stick. "Way to blow my background out of proportion, cuz. Yeah, some of my ancestors had their conflicts with the South, Texas most of all, but that's generations removed from me. I can appreciate a kitschy themed dive bar for what it is. If it's a good restaurant I'll give it my patronage, especially with the struggles new businesses have starting out."
Clearly, Reagan thought to herself, about to call Ixchel out on how much she had been eating. Eight mozzarella sticks and two pieces of garlic bread before their entrees had arrived. Obviously the burgeoning potbelly on Ixchel's nerdy physique had to do with this newfound appetite. If Ixchel didn't mind her diet she'd be pushing the definition of chubby pretty soon.
"I just thought I'd ask, Reagan, since you've been looking bored and aimless lately."
"I've got a week's worth of classes, though," Reagan continued to protest. "When will I have time for a job?"
"College girl?" Kate asked. The chubby blonde Lone Star waitress had returned with a refill of Ixchel's mozzarella sticks. "The managers are looking to hire more waitstaff. Part time, so you can fit it with your classes. One or two nights a week if you're interested."
Reagan bit her lip, still apprehensive. When Ixchel couldn't get a rise out of her by toeing her shin under the table, the cousin with a second basket of mozzarella sticks decided to force the issue as she dunked a fresh fried cheese into the marinara dip. "What do you think about working here, Kate?"
"It's a job," Kate shrugged, loosing some of the southern twang she had talked with previously, an inflection of speech for the image of Lone Star Tavern. "I worked at the owner's previous eatery, kinda preferred the old shop more. But this helps out a lot with my tuition. You at a local campus?"
"East City U," Reagan admitted.
"Get out!" Kate said, some amusement entering her voice. "Small world, that's where I go too. Let me get ya a flyer."
Reagan seethed as Ixchel grinned happily, munching on a hot gooey cheese stick. Kate returned with the hiring flyer.
"Previous waitress experience is great but not required," Kate said. "Honestly, I think they'll take anyone with a pulse. But if it's money you want, a pretty thing like you could expect some fine tips around here."
"Really?" Good money and attention piqued Reagan's interests, her tone shifting as she seriously considered the job.
"With what I'm banking, yeah," Kate said, preening as she brushed off her shoulder. "Let me get y'all's order."
Eying the chubby waitress, Reagan considered her on the weighty end of a conventional beauty. Nothing close to a mega-hottie like herself, although Kate's tits did demand attention. Reagan glanced through the flyer.
"$18 per hour starting wage for part time? $22 starting full time!"
"That's decently higher than minimum wage, wow," Ixchel said.
"Plus tips." The gears began to turn in Reagan's mind. "People usually give, what, five bucks when they tip? That's...that's..."
Ixchel decided to throw her a bone. "Assuming you worked three shifts a week and almost doubled your wage in tips," the programmer did a quick mental calculation. "$2,150 - $2,200 a month."
"No way!" Reagan gasped.
"That's assuming you get consistent tips. And before taxes, obviously, lots of assumptions."
"Have you met me? I put the ASS in assumptions!" Reagan was proud of her pert, juicy, perfectly round buttocks that attracted a lot of turned heads.
Ixchel wasn't going to touch that one, as she noticed Kate returning with their food. "See what a different perspective does to the idea of coming here? Because my Korean culinary sensibilities can get behind any place with good barbecue!"
Sizzling hot off the grill was Reagan's garlic burger and Ixchel's smoked brisket. The scents sent the pair's mouths to water. Once it was cool enough to eat Reagan took a big bite of her burger. She moaned in ecstasy at its rich, melt in the mouth flavor.
Her attitude having 180'd about the temp job, Reagan swallowed her food. "Hell, sign me up now!"
"Hey, welcome to Lone Star Tavern! Let me get ya'll some drinks!"
Reagan had to admit, her rear made the waitress uniform look damn good!
As one of Lone Star Tavern's newest hires, Reagan would strut her stuff in cowgirl getup. The typical outfit consisted of a plaid, short sleeved top tied close to the navel. A wide hat, daisy dukes and cowboy boots. Reagan could accessorize a small bit, having toned hose and sultry makeup to complement her red hair and bodacious, wicked bod.
Hell, her first day had her screw up two orders and spill a tray of drinks, yet she was still making killer tips!
The table of three chiseled guys was right up Reagan's alley. A prime bounty for tips given how she caught them eying her booty. Yeah, her new job was actually a job, more work than anything Reagan had put in all semester. She still didn't have a handle on the register system, there were so many codes to learn, and busing tables was an absolute chore! Still, she had taken a similar mindset to Kate on the overall Lone Star Tavern job experience. A major portion of it may suck but the tips and attention made up for it.
However, waitressing off of her good looks was not going to be all Reagan thought it would be...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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