T.G.I.F! This is all Maxine thinks about as she leaves her business. A stressful work week she had too. Between new and current clients needing her assistance with their finances, it has been overwhelming. But she handles it like the dignified and intelligent woman she is. In the lobby of the building, she says her goodbyes to the security guards.
Not ready to go home, she heads to her favorite place, Iguana. It's a restaurant and club. She's heading there to have dinner and then head to the lower level to dance her stress away. When she enters, Lindsay greets her. She smiles brightly as she gives Maxine a hug.
"Good evening Maxine. How are you tonight?" she asks.
"I'm good Lindsay. Thanks for asking. May I get a table. I'm having dinner tonight."
Lindsay smiles and leads her to a table.
"Are you heading downstairs afterwards?" she asks.
"Yes, I am. I need to relieve some stress," she answers.
Lindsay turns around and holds her left wrist. She places an ink stamp on the back of her hand.
"We have a new bouncer. He won't let anyone through unless they have a stamp. If they don't, they'll have to pay," she tells Max.
"We also have a new waiter. This is his third day here. Be nice to him," she adds as she smirks.
"You make it seems like I'm an evil woman," Maxine says feeling insulted.
"Well, sometimes you can. You upset the last waiter so much, she quit," Lindsay mentions.
Max had to think about it. Her mind went back to that day.
It was two weeks ago, Max came to the restaurant. Lindsay introduce her to the waitress. After the introduction, Max gave her order. Already, the waitress had it wrong. Max repeated herself and watch as the waitress wrote down her order. Afterwards, the waitress made more mistakes. First, she gave Max the wrong drink. Second, she gave Max the wrong appetizer, twice. Maxine did her best to look past her mistakes. She took deep breaths to calm the rage that was building up inside her. Max has a bad temper especially when she's hungry. Third mistake, the waitress gave her the wrong meal.
"Ummm, this isn't mines," Max said calmly.
"Are you sure? I know you order the grilled pork loin," the waitress told her.
"I order the grilled filet mignon prepare medium. Please check again," she said.
The waitress look at her notepad. She chuckled nervously as she realized her mistake. She grabbed the plate.
"I'm so sorry," she said and walked away as fast as she could.
The last straw was when the waitress, in her haste, accidently bumped another waiter and dropped Maxine's food. That does it! Max walked towards her and pointed her finger in the waitress face telling her how incompetent she was. Then she made the waitress cried. She moved closer to the waitress.
"Who dick did you sucked to get this job?" she asked.
Max voice was low, but the sting of her statement had the waitress in tears. She moved back from Max and left sobbing. Lindsay came over to Max apologizing. She offer Max a free dinner and new waiter. Once she finished her dinner, Max head to the club and dance the night away.
After thinking about the incident, she feels bad. Only for a short time.
"Oh yeah, that's right. I was harsh, but she made too many mistakes. I promise to be nice if the waiter does his job correctly," she tells Lindsay.
Lindsay disappears to the back and the waiter comes out with her behind him. Max bites her bottom lip slightly as she stares at the handsome young man approaching her table.
"Maxine, this is Marcos your waiter. Marcos, this is Maxine. Please be nice," she warns Max.
Max smiles as she nods her head. Lindsay heads to the front of the restaurant.
"Good evening Maxine. May I take your order?"
Chills run down her spine as she hears a slight accent in his voice. Handsome with an accent. She shudders slightly as his voice gives her chills.
"Yes, I would like to order the Caribbean Punch. Two glasses of it, please," she tells him.
He smiles as he writes it down. He heads to the bar and gets her drinks. He asks the bartender to make it strong. He wants to make sure she's happy with his service. Shoot, he wants her to be happy with him. A beautiful woman like her should be please at all times. Plus, he wants her. He always had a desire for older women. The extra bonus, she's a big woman. He brings her the first glass and sets it in front of her.
"Here you go. I hope you like it. I told the bartender to make it strong," he tells her.
She holds the glass and take a small sip. The cold sweet drink hits her senses as the liquor tickles her head.
"Mmmmm, this is good. Thank you, Marcos," she tells him.
His smile is huge as he heads to the kitchen. He walks to the furthest back to see the head chef prepping vegetables. The chef smiles when Marcos walks to the table.
"Hey Marcos, what's up?" he asks.
Marcos moves to the side at a corner and motion the chef over.
"Do you know a woman name Maxine?"
The chef thinks for a minute.
