William raised his eyebrows when the ‘party bus’ AKA, Henry’s van, pulled up to the town’s one and only adult bar, Heaven’s angels. A funny name, William thought to himself when they pulled in. He got out of the car and fixed his party hat. “Henry, I love going to a strip club as much as the next guy, but on the night before your wedding? Really?” He asked, laughing to himself.
Henry grinned at his friend. “Look, William, this is an Emily family custom,” He explained. “And you’re lucky I decided you important enough to join me in this endeavor.”
“I’m your only friend, Henry.”
“Let’s go in!” He said, marching in.
A cute short, red haired waitress showed them to their table. She was wearing a tight purple dress. “Alright boys, My name is Anna, and i’ll be your waitress for this evenin’. I’ll be back to get y’all’s orders soon.” She said, handing them the menus. She had a southern drawl, which caught Will’s attention. He smiled at her. “Of course, darling.” He purred, raising his brows.
She smiled at him before rolling her eyes playfully and walking away.
The men skimmed the menu and decided on what they wanted, before turning their attention to the girls on stage. Henry whistled a few times and William followed up with a few whistles of his own but it wasn’t long until he found his eyes searching the crowd for their waitress. She had red hair, it shouldn’t be that hard to find a girl like that, right?
Henry noticed William spacing out. “Will, who are you looking for?”
William snapped out of it and he jerk his head over to look at him. “Who? What?”
Henry snorted. “come on, someone caught your eye. You don’t look like that often. You’ve been single for what, three years? four?”
“Five.” William answered awkwardly. “I guess our waitress is pretty cute.” He mumbled, scratching his chin. Damn, he should have shaved. He glanced down at his shirt, tucking it into his pants to appear more proper.
“Well, look alive, she’s coming this way.” He said, pointing.
William looked over and saw her, ears growing a bit hot. She smiled warmly, her cherry red lipstick bringing out the green in her eyes. “Hello, boys. Y’all know what you want?” She asked, shifting her weight to one hip, the other jutting out just-so. She flipped open her notepad and took out a pen, tucking the cap behind her ear, looking at them.
“Yeah, I want uhh those breadsticks aaaaaand...” Henry trailed off. “Actually, I only want breadsticks.” He shrugged.
Shit. He’d forgotten what he wanted to order. He pulled his eyes away from her, darting his eyes back to his menu really quickly, reading the first thing he saw. “Sushi.” He said.
She raised her brow. “Alright, sure.” Anna giggled. “Any drinks I can get you?”
They ordered their drinks and she walked away. Henry excused himself to get closer to the stage. He said that, but honestly he just wanted William to be alone with the waitress.
She returned with their cups. She set one in front of William and gave him a smile.
“I like your dress.” William said. “It’s my favorite color.”
She smiled. That was pleasant, not someone commenting on her body. “I like yer accent. Where ya from, Sugar?” Anna drawled.
“London.” Will said, sitting a bit more upright. “And you?”
“Texas, born and raised.” She said rather proudly. “What brings you here?” She asked.
“Oh, my friend’s getting married tomorrow, so it’s a bit of a last minute party. Bloody dumb idea to go to a strip club, I think.” He said.
“It’s sweet of you to come, though.” She said, putting Henry’s drink where the guy had been sitting only a few minutes ago. She looked back at him. “What’s your name?” She asked.
“William Afton.” He said, extending his hand.
“You can just call me Anna.” She smirked at him, tucking the tray under her arm, reaching over with her free one, grasping his hand. Her hand was soft and gentle. “Your food should be done soon, Mr. Afton.” She said.
Goosebumps rose along his arms, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He smiled at her. “I count on it.”
She giggled and walked off, putting in a bit of an extra hip sway as she did so.
Henry slid back into the booth and sipped from his cup. “How’s it going, romeo?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a ridiculous fashion.
“She touched my hand. I like her, Henry.” He said, leaning back. “She’s much prettier than any other girl here.” William commented.
Henry laughed. “You wish she was up there, eh?” He asked, pointing with his thumb at the stage. William shook his head in response. “If she was, I wouldn’t get to talk to her.”
Food came and they ate, Henry watching as his friend said horrible pick up lines to their waitress and watching as she reciprocated the flirtatious behavior.
William went home that night with a number written on his arm and the thought of a girl on his mind.
