May I take your order? (Private, between ABLb0y and myself)
 

The chef was pretty angry that day, as the waiter had called in sick, leaving him the difficult task of cooking, and serving his customers...

James Harden sat down at a table in the most exclusive resturant in town. He flicked his blond hair out of his eyes, and played nervously with the small ring hanging from his ear, as he waited for his food.

That day didn't start off very well for Blake. His pall Mell was at home, in bed, with a nasty case of influenza, so he had to run the restaurant all by himself. Well, at least until Mell's brother got out from school, at around two o'clock in the afternoon. That was just great!
He'd planned on sleeping for a bit longer, when he got the call from his buddy. Yeah, he was pretty ticked off to hear the news, but what was he to do? Torch the man, because he'd gotten sick?
So he slammed the reciever, jumped out of bed, got dressed, and rushed to the restaurant, to start baking fresh pastries, cookies, and bagles. It was nine thirty in the morning, and up til then, people had only asked for food to go, so he managed to do the cooking and the serving pretty well.
"So far, so good. but what if they start barging in, filling up the joint, and start asking for breakfast, and other stuff?" Blake tried not to panic, as left the kitchen, to go and see if there were any other customers. To his surprise, there was only one. A studly blond male, sharp dresser, absolutely gorgeous, with a piercing in his left ear lobe. He'd sat down at a table, and was apparently expecting the waiter to show up.
"Great, that's just what I need right now" Blake mumbled, and approached his customer. "Hello, welcome to our humble restaurant. Is there something I can get you?"

"Yes, thank you, I'll have the breakfast special, with all the trimmings and a glass of coffee, please." James asked, setting the menu down and grinning.

Blake was a very liberal man. He liked both dudes and babes, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. He'd never actually been with anyone, but he wouldn't miss the opportunity to check out a good looking man or woman, if one should happen to be near by. Hell, he'd even pictured himself tonguing a few hot studs, he'd passed by on the street. And this one was no different. Maybe it was because of the crappy situation he'd found himself in, but he did feel compelled to grab that man by his fair hair, and give him a good, deep, wet and slutty tonguing session...

At least he felt compelled to do so before the guy opened his trap and started asking for the most luxurious breakfast ever. Because, after the dude ordered, Blake felt like punching him right in the kisser.

"I'm afraid our waiter has called in sick today, so I'm managing pretty much everything, and your order is quite consistant, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to serve you in time. Perhaps you'd wish to have some delicious fresh baked pastries to go with your coffee?" Blake sugested, hoping that the man would follow his advice, and settle for something less.

"Well, if you're short staffed, i suppose that can't be helped. Ok, i'll have the pastries. Thank you."

'Very well, then" Blake smiled. "I'll return momentarily with your order, sir." So he went back into the kitchen, as he was pleased he'd managed to postpone the inevitable, even if, for an hour or so.

When the order arrived, James frowned. "Actually, now i think i'll just have the breakfast. Sorry."

"What?" Blake thought as he was trying to put up a professional smile. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't very well do that. The man would have felt offended, and left. Or he would have filed a complaint to the Consumers' Rights. the was the last thing he needed that day. So he had no choice, but to comply with the customer's wishes.
"Of... of course" he said, and went back to the kitchen. "I'm gonna get him for this, somehow. Maybe I'll let him starve for a bit!"

James grinned, as he waited for the chef to cook his meal.

He waited half an hour.

Bl**dy hell, they must be understaffed...