“O-oh certainly.” You said quickly, turning and leading them to a 5 top round table near the back of the restaurant.
“The boss is expecting you, I believe he has a special meal arranged for you all.” You said politely with a bow.
“Good.” The leader replied. “I like a polite girl who aims to please, you’re ticking all my boxes right now.” He said as his grey eyes watched you intently. “Look after us well and I’ll make sure you are handsomely… rewarded.”
You were taken aback by his statement and a defiant side swelled within you.
“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m not some pushover.”
“Do you know who I am?” The leader said as he towered over you.
“No. And I don’t care.” You shot back, crossing your arms across your chest and scowling up at him.
He scoffed a little beneath his mask. “You know what? Maybe I do like a bit of defiance.”
You ignored him and turned your attention to the other guys that had sat down.
“Pardon my rudeness in not attending to your needs earlier, what can I get you all to drink?” You asked sweetly with a bright smile.
The guys each gave you a drink name and you turned and walked off, again, completely ignoring the flirtatious guy with the mask who thought he was king pin.
“Man what the heck is up with that dude in the mask?” You huffed as you walked up to the boss.
“Which one?” He asked, looking up and out the door.
“The guy with Butterfli3 and the others.” You said with a head jerk in the direction of the player you were talking about. You looked out the door and squinted to see the players name that was illuminated above his head. “Uhhhh Swiftkill.” You said. “His name is Swiftkill.”
“Oh him!” The boss replied with a smirk. “You mean to tell me your panties haven’t dropped at his name?”
“Excuse me?!” You scoffed with a blush. “Why would my panties drop for that over inflated ego?!”
“He’s good with a ladies.” The boss replied with a shrug. “All the girls think he’s sexy.”
“Well I don’t! He’s rude and condescending.” You snorted.
“Well anyway, it’s nice to know they’re here now, I’ll start their dinners, let them know their food will be out in about 20 minutes. Oh and give them this bread for entree’s.” The boss said, pointing his knife at a basket of bread nearby.
“Ok.” You replied, picking it up and heading over to the bar to get the drinks before heading out to the table.
“Thanks baby.” Swiftkill said in a silky smooth voice as you put the bread down on the table.
You ignored him and handed the drinks out to the other players, giving them sweet smiles as you did. You had purposely forgot Swiftkill’s drink and left as soon as you had handed out the others beverages. This hotshot needed to be taught a lesson!
He seemed amused that you had forgotten his drink and when you came back to refill some of the other players he grabbed you by the wrist.
“You’re cute.” He said lowly, “I think I like the way you play, join my harem and I’ll take good care of you.”
“Let go of me.” You growled, yanking your wrist to try and escape him but he held on and stood up.
“Come, come now, no need to fight me.” He said lowly with mischief in his eyes. “I’m just doing what’s best for you.”
You were about to start throwing punches when Butterfli3 stood up and reached across to table and grabbed Swiftkill’s wrist.
“Let her go…now.” He said lowly.
“Hooooo? You want to duel Butterfli3-boy?” Swiftkill shot angrily. “Fight me if you want her.”
“I don’t want her, I want you to leave her alone.” He responded.
“I’ll leave her alone if you beat me in a duel.” He replied cooly. “Outside. Right now. Let’s go.”
Swiftkill let go of your wrist and turned to face Butterfli3.
“Fine, it’s going to be your loss.” Butterfli3 replied casually as he walked past Swiftkill and out the door.
“H-hey uh, sorry, you don’t need to fight him because of me, I’m fine, I can hold my own.” You said quickly to Butterfli3 as he passed you.
“I don’t like how he’s treating you, I’ll teach him a lesson.” Butterfli3 replied, not looking at you.
Your heart fluttered slightly.
“What a gentleman.”
Swiftkill followed Butterfli3 outside and they walked to a cleared area.
The few people that were still outside at night all stopped to watch the pending duel.
“Ready to step down from the number one player spot?” Swiftkill asked Butterfli3 loudly as he swiped the menu up on his holograph screen, inviting Butterfli3 to a duel.
Butterfli3 didn’t even honour Swiftkill with a response but just reached out and pressed the accept button on the screen.
“PREPARE TO DIE!” Swiftkill called menacingly as he pulled out two small daggers.
“Ooooo he’s a dual-wielder!” A girl said from nearby.
“What’s that?” You asked, looking at her.
“It means he uses two attack weapons at the same time, that’s sooooo cool.” She sighed dreamily.
“I found the pantie dropper.” You thought with an eye roll.
You looked back at Butterfli3 who was just standing still, sword in hand and a small circular shield in the other. He didn’t look like he was ready for a fight at all.
He bent forward slightly, his footing shifting then he suddenly shot forward and disappeared, reappearing behind Swiftkill and straightening as his whip retracted back into a sword shape.
“What the-.” You whispered.
Suddenly a big red ‘DEFEATED’ sign appeared about Swiftkill’s head and he burst into a million crystals and evaporated. [It’s ok he’s not dead he just gets sent back to his last save point in the game which is probably back at his inn or something.]
Everyone watching was shocked.
Whispers could be heard throughout the crowd, some people were awestruck, some disappointed that they didn’t get to see a flashy fight while others were calling Butterfli3 a cheater.
You were definitely in the awestruck category.
“How the heck did he move so fast?”
Butterfli3 turned and walked back to the restaurant, ignoring comments and questions as he headed back inside.
As he neared you and walked past you, you hesitantly reached out and wrapped your fingers around his arm.
He stopped and turned his, still hood covered, head slightly towards you to show you had his attention.