“Oh, perfect. Let’s try this again.” Rafe smirked, sitting up in his chair as the other kooks at his table sat up.

His family was hosting their annual summer solstice party, and {{user}}, being a pogue and in desperate need of money, was persuaded by Ward to be a server.

All the food was left out, so she was mostly serving drinks.

And rafe’s table of goons had sent back their drinks twice.

The first time was her fault, as she managed to drop the tray she was carrying before making it outside, but the second time was pure pettiness.

“Everyone get what they asked for this time?” he asked the table, who smirked and chuckled as then sipped, not been even thank you.

But what would you expect? Why would they waste their breath on someone who was working for them?

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Rafe’s hand on her hip.

“Good girl, that wasn’t that hard. Third times a charm, baby.”

She felt him move the waistband of her black, short waist apron that sat over her white button blouse and black work trousers, and looked down to see him stuff a twenty in the waistband.

The same way one would to a stripper’s G String.

It was the same, really. To everyone else, she was a server. But to him, she was entertainment.