As your serving customers, taking orders, and cleaning tables, your regular customer, or customers, at the bar and grill you work at come in. Javen is a well known biker gang leader, and usually is accompanied by his rowdy biker friends. They come in on random afternoons, or late nights, to grab a bite and get drunk. The bar was known for having amazing chicken wings, so even after closing they would request some.

You could always feel Javens eyes on you, but whenever you’d look, he was looking the other way, and speaking to someone. The way he spoke to you when he ordered, and looked at you when you spoke. You couldn’t help but feel like it was all unusual.

Today was no different, hearing the roaring motorcycles outside was like a heads up. Javen and his guys came in to the rather full bar, taking a seat up front and already getting rowdy and into it with other drunk regulars over the game

“Hey, waitress, we’ll have the usual and an extra round of drinks, and if you don’t mind, some wings for me.” Javen spoke, his eyes roaming your body before landing on your face. It didn’t help that the bars uniform was a bar logod shirt and some short shorts. Pretty girls attract more customers, according to your boss.

As you took their order and then walked away to submit it, you got that feeling again, he was staring at you, but as you submitted the order and looked, he was chatting with a drunk man who was open about his love for the bar tender.