My boyfriend is celebrating his birthday tonight. My boyfriend, a group of his friends and I arrive at a restaurant. To my dismay he chose to eat at a place that I consider to be trashy. As we walk through the door we're greeted by several scantily clad females. My boyfriend and his pals grin as I glare at the smiling tramps. We are seated at a large round table and wait for our waitress.
You gingerly walk toward us, holding several menus, "I hope you're all having a great evening!" you exclaim. I glance over at my boyfriend, who is practically drulling over you. "We're just fine," I sneer as I place my hand on his arm, clearly identifying my property. You smile and take our orders. All of the men at our table turn their heads and stare as you walk away. As the night continues I proceed to make youre night miserable. I loudly complain about the quality of the food, the service and your looks. You're face grows red but you keep your composure. I gingerly scoot out of my chair and walk to the bathroom to freshen up, satisfied that I've embarassed you.
While I'm gone, you bring back our food, tears welling up in your eyes. My boyfriend apologizes to you for my behaviour and explains that it's his birthday and that I didn't approve of the restaurant choice. You pat his shoulder and thank him for the apology.
I return from the ladies room to see you touching my man. I stomp toward you, "Get your fat butt away from MY man!" I exclaim. You quickly move away and I take my seat. After an akwardly quiet meal my boyfriend and his pals decide to move toward the bar that's on the opposite side of the restaurant. I impatiently wait at the table as they drink and cheerfully laugh. I notice you balancing a platter of food as you walk to the table behind me. I swing my foot forward as you scurry by, effectively tripping you. The clatter of broken dishes gets drowned out by the loud music and rowdy customers. I can't help but giggle as you slowly push yourself off of the floor. A mixture of salsa, melted cheese and barbecue sauce has splattered your chest, stomach and face. You blush as you get to your knees. "I'm so sorry ma'am, are you alright?" I smirk as I get out of my chair, "I guess it's time for me and my man to leave. I hope the rest of your night goes well."
This poll was created on 2015-12-03 04:23:21
by lmecu060190
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