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Published: 2009-12-28 18:53:24 +0000 UTC; Views: 1403; Favourites: 14; Downloads: 5
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Description He first noticed her when the appetizers were served.  She was dressed, like all the other waitstaff, in black slacks, a white dress shirt and a black tie.  Very tall, with what was undoubtably an endless fall of black hair pinned up in a French twist.

Clay was a real sucker for black hair.

Not just black hair, but that certain shade of midnight Caucasians couldn't quite pull off.  The big cowboy wasn't particularly picky about which minority possessed it – Asian, Middle Eastern, Hispanic, Indian; they were all good to him.  The French twisted woman came around and set a salad before him and Clay got a good look at her face.  She was very tanned; at first he'd guess Middle Eastern but her eyes were set at an almost Asian slant.

"Hi," he said with a smile.

The waitress blinked and gave him a blank smile.  She pulled another salad from her plate and set it before his cousin Buford.

"What's your name?" Clay asked.

He got another blank look.

"Yes?" She tried in heavily accented, stilted English.

"What is your name?" The big cowboy asked again.

"Jaybee," she answered.

"Where are you from?" Clay asked.

"What?"

"He said: 'Do you tickle or do you spank?'" Buford interjected.  The big redhead made an interesting noise when his fairer cousin jammed the toe of a cowboy boot into his shin.

Jaybee straightened and continued passing out salads.

Ward Bailey sighed as he looked over at his son and nephew.  

"Boys, the Cattlemen's Banquet is a great opportunity t'make connections and learn a little something about the industry.  Think you could pry your noses out of the waitress's chest long enough to do that?"

Clay blushed.

"I just wanted t' know where she was from," he muttered.  

It was completely unfair that he still felt like a sheepish twelve year old in front of his father, instead of the strapping twenty-one year old college student he was.  He wondered if that feeling of inferiority would ever go away.

Buford was less intimidated by his uncle and continued to tease the waitress at every turn.  He tried ordering some 'brown sugar' for his cousin at least three times and he only got more boisterous when the alchohol started flowing.

Jaybee, bless her non-English-speaking soul, didn't seem to understand his crude jokes, though she could tell something was up by the way Clay would squirm and blush and growl.

Buford getting trashed was good for one thing; everyone that came into contact with the Baileys came away with the impression that Clay was the calm, responsible one of the next generation and it was him they would be doing business with.

By the time the banquet was over, Buford had to be dragged out and poured into the car.  Clay was feeling a bit tipsy from the drinks he had quaffed in a desperate attempt to escape his cousin's teasing, but he still went back to the table to leave tips for the staff.  

Jaybee was gathering up plates and glasses when he approached her.

"Hi.  Sorry about my cousin, li'l lady; he don't hold his liquor very well.  Here ya go; for all your hard work tonight." The blonde cowboy handed her a few bills; one of them added by him for putting up with Buford's behavior all night.

Jaybee smiled and ducked her head in thanks.

"You're welcome."  Maybe it was the alcohol swimming in his system, but Clay felt the urge to keep talking.  "You're a real pretty thing and if you gotta boyfriend or an arranged marriage or whatever, he's gotta be a lucky man.  You're  - you're real pretty.  I love your hair.  I bet it goes down past your butt.  I'd like to paw it out of that bun an' watch you drag it over my naked body.  Man, I'm glad you don't speak English."

"English?  No, no English."

"Thank God for that.  Good night, li'l lady!" Clay tipped his hat and went out to join his family.

He hadn't gone three steps when another waitress called out to Jaybee.

"JB!  Let the busboys get it; our shift is officially over!"

"Oh thank God!  My feet are killin' me," 'Jaybee' drawled in perfect, non-accented English.

Already feeling the blush that was no doubt raging across his cheeks, Clay peered back over his shoulder in horror.  

Jaybee/JB was loosening her tie as she spoke to the other waitress.  She caught Clay's mortified gaze and gave him a wicked little grin.  Casually, she reached up and pulled the combs from her hair, shaking it down sensually.

It did reach past her butt.

Bright red, Clay fled back to the car.

But not before he grabbed a card from the catering company.  

In a few days, they would get a call from a customer complimenting their waitress, one JB, on her excellent service.  However, during their evening, his idiot cousin had lost his watch and it was possible he was drunk enough to give it to the pretty waitress as a tip.  If that was the case, Clay didn't mind; it might teach him something, but he would like to know for sure.  Could they pass along the message and his number to her?  She might remember him as the one who had complimented her hair.
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Comments: 5

chickiekillerdoll626 [2010-02-10 02:14:31 +0000 UTC]

cute

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Shichoyou [2010-01-05 03:11:40 +0000 UTC]

Ha! Poor Clay. But it probably got him a date, so he can deal with the embarrassment.

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halfhuman007 [2009-12-29 09:29:44 +0000 UTC]

I think I remember this from your LJ account... I still love it, Buford makes me smile in that "I pity the fool" sort of way.

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willwork4food [2009-12-28 19:24:32 +0000 UTC]

That's adorable.

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EndgamerAzari [2009-12-28 19:06:57 +0000 UTC]

*snort* Love it.

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