the fellas run a restaurant - alfie buttle ♡
pairing - ab x female reader
warnings - swearing, one sexual innuendo, not proofread
summary - what it would be like if you were at the fellas restaurant shoot with sabina, liv and flo as ab's girlfriend
a/n - had a full revamp of the blog and made all my posts private for a fresh start <3 posts will be here and there as i get back into the flow of posting in between work and uni xxx
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the second you step into the restaurant, it’s absolute chaos.
stan is attempting to somehow run food, seat customers and take orders, pacing between the same three tables with the same intensity as though it's a fully booked saturday night. cal and chip are arguing in the kitchen. and behind the bar, alfie is aggressively shaking an espresso martini like his job depends on it.
pure chaos.
he spots you immediately. "oiii, who's that rocket that's just walked in?"
you roll your eyes, waving at him as if you don't love it, and make your way over to sabina, flo and liv who are already sat.
"ab, for fuck sake, man! hurry up!" cal yells, looking stressed as ever.
“what the fuck is even going on?” you laugh, sitting down next to liv.
“honestly, i don’t know. i don’t even think they know.” flo says, shaking her head.
taking a quick scan of the room, you're quick to notice theo and reev sitting down, blank street's in hand.
"is that what i think it is?" you scoff, pointing over to them.
"don't even. we're fuming," flo sighs, "didn't even think of asking us if we wanted a matcha."
"that's actually unforgiveable." you decide.
after a few minutes, stanley comes over to take your order.
“you’re sweating.” you point out, trying to suppress a laugh.
he rolls his eyes, dramatically gesturing to the restaurant floor, “well duh.”
“it’s three tables.” you deadpan.
he splutters, “just- you know what? it’s fine. what do you want to drink?”
from across the restaurant floor comes, "stanley!"
you take your time, deliberately drawing it out.
“oh, i don’t know what i want. umm… what do you think i should get?” you turn to sabina, acting as if this is the biggest decision ever.
she giggles as she taps her chin for added effect, “well, i had the chips dealer and it was good but, i don’t know, you might not like it-”
“stanley!” cal’s voice cuts through your discussion.
“okay, okay i’m sorry. i’ll have a horse tranquilliser please.” you tell him as he turns to leave.
as stanley rushes off, alfie comes over, an espresso martini already in hand. the glass perfectly filled, obvious he was careful when bringing it over. he sets it down in front of you, pressing a quick kiss to your head.
“for me?” you smile up at him.
“it’s the only one i knew you’d drink.” he calls over his shoulder as he goes back to the kitchen.
sabina rolls her eyes lovingly, "that man is so in love with you it's ridiculous."
at the next table, reev leans over to theo, "why the hell didn't we get that kind of service?"
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as stan sets the starters down for the table, you're surprised at how good they actually look.
the tex-mex nachos are layered perfectly in cheese, guacamole, sour cream and jalapeños. the loaded fries are covered in cheese and crispy onions, steam rising as stan sets them down. you take some nachos, fully expecting them to taste disappointing.
"okay... wow. they're actually unreal." you admit, turning to sabina who's trying the fries.
she nods in agreement, eyes wide.
the mains follow shortly after and again, you're shocked at how well they've actually done.
which makes the dessert seem promising too. it's ice cream, how hard can it be?
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"it's... toffee pieces."
it's not. it's crumbled wotsits cal and chip think would be hilarious to sabotage the desserts with.
"we'll cover it in whipped cream. they'll never notice." chip justifies.
another ice cream is sabotaged with a cheese slice, another with jalapeños. some are lucky, being spoilt with all three.
but before you even order dessert, sabina is asking the all important question.
"should we get more drinks?"
and, of course, the answer is always yes.
liv lowers her voice slightly, "do you think they'll spit in our drinks if we keep ordering loads?"
without missing a beat, flo shrugs casually, tilting her head in your direction, "alfie spits in her mouth all the time. she'll be fine."
you nearly choke, going bright red.
"flo!" you hide your face in your hands, "why did i ever tell you that?"
"they'll cut it out, it's fine." flo giggles.
liv is wheezing, flo is doubled over laughing and sabina's jaw is practically on the floor.
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a little while later, you decide you need another drink, and rather than waiting god know how long for stan to come back to the table, you take matters into your own hands.
alfie clocks you straight away as you stand and make your way over.
you lean against the bar, "hi, handsome."
"alright, girl?" he asks, putting on an exaggerated roadman accent.
furrowing your bows, you smack his arm, "talk to me properly."
he grins, dropping the act, "hi, my perfect girlfriend. what can i do for you?"
there's something about the way he immediately softens for you that makes your nose scrunch up in adoration for the man in front of you.
he shakes his head like it's a hardship as you tell him you need another drink, but he's already grabbing another shaker before you finish your sentence. it amazes you how good his arms look doing something as boring as making a cocktail.
"you're staring." alfie mutters, not even needing to look up to know that's true.
"shut up."
before you think twice about it, you're leaning over the bar and pressing a kiss to his lips. it's quick but deliberate, enough to draw noise from the tables behind.
"oi!"
"surely that's favouritism?"
"get a room!"
alfie pulls back, rolling his eyes at the childish comments, and strains your drink into a fresh glass.
"was that to butter me up so we don't sabotage your food?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"i don't need to butter you up. you should be nice to me already."
he hums softly, handing you your drink and heading back to the kitchen to make sure your dessert is safe.
"lads, what the fuck is that?" alfie laughs, looking at the bowl of ice cream that's currently sporting all three sabotages.
"it'll be good, trust," cal brushes it off like it's the most normal thing in the world, handing two bowls to stan, "for the girls."
alfie's head whips to cal, "naaah, mate. i can't give that to my mrs. she'll genuinely kill me. i'll be sleeping on the sofa."
they go back and forth arguing about it. cal calling him dramatic, chip insisting it'll be funny.
for piece of mind, alfie has to make yours himself, even going as far as to decorate it with sprinkles, chocolate sauce, brownies and strawberries.
chip watches him in disbelief, "you're so boring, bro."
"hilarious." alfie says sarcastically, grabbing the bowl and walking over with it himself.
you see him making his way over and immediately narrow your eyes.
as he gently sets it down in front of you, you eye him suspiciously, "i'm scared."
he leans down, one arm around your shoulders to pull him into you as he whispers in your ear, "you're the only one who shouldn't be scared."
a crunch sounds from next to you, and as you turn your head, you see liv's disgusted face.
"errr, what the fuck is that? alfie!" liv groans, shivering in disgust and reaching for her drink.
his hands fly up innocently, "i-look. i told them not to do it. i tried to stop them-"
loud laughter erupts from the kitchen. they're loving watching everyone dig in to their 'delicious' ice creams.
yours, however?
protected.
completely untouched.
perfect.
