Slice of Life: Brunch
After the insanity that was Monday, what with a naked otter coming and the ensuing chaos that followed - questions, comments and Jon blowing up my phone with random pictures of his ass, a little drama not tied to me was what the doctor ordered.
It happened on a Sunday Brunch - the first day of the UnderGarment Sunday Tess implemented after seeing Jon walk out with his bare ass and rudder tail on display. It was a hot day as well, the windows of the Café were open fully, as well as the windows. The downstairs was surprisingly open for those furs who wanted a cooler atmosphere, though it was mostly for those who wanted to sit with a coffee and read a book since the buffet was on the main floor.
I'd come in wearing a pair of tube socks in green and black, with a low rise boxer brief that hugged all the right places; it was awkward serving an elderly couple like this, but they didn't seem to mind at all.
Most of the looks went to Zeke today anyway.
Ezekiel, 'Zeke', was one of our newest waiters. He'd applied the week before and started working Tuesday onwards (he pouted over not working Monday and missing Jon, he badgered me for his number; he was getting just as many messages as me, hah.) He became insanely popular despite being new, and I don't blame him, Zeke was a handsome guy - a ferret, actually - with mostly light brown fur on his body and darker patches on his eyes, fore arms and forelegs with a tail not quite as bushy as mine; he was surprisingly tall and broad for a ferret too. Ken, the husky at the til, had called for a vote on who's fluffier rather randomly last Friday; I won.
Zeke had been an eager participant during Friday and Saturday and kept grinning at me in preparation for Sunday.
'Bring your A-game Fluffbutt!' he'd tell me.
While I went for green to compliment my red, he went for blue - white and blue tube socks and a rather tight fitting pair of boxer briefs that showed a rather prominent bulge.
Hosting wasn't necessary today, or so Tess said, so Zeke and I took the food around in the main floor to the ladies and gentlemen on the main floor, while Gloria (our clumsy leopard waitress) and Jonas, the border collie who helps Ken at the till, work the downstairs (we don't like leaving Gloria alone, especially when she's wearing her negligee). So Zeke and I went back and forth, tails brushing on occasion as we danced around with coffee and tea and cakes, clean plates and napkins while people served themselves.
"That lion over there keeps eye fucking you, though maybe he wants to eat you." I told him. He gave me a confident grin in return before he strutted over to the lion, poured him some coffee and made idle chit-chat. I rolled my eyes at the sight.
Sunday Buffet Breakfast passed safely into lunch and I was happy to put on my half apron and stand outside for a bit without being ogled with Gloria taking my place alongisde Zeke; her walking around in almost nothing did wonders for her confidence, not so much for her clumsyness however.
It was during lunch that The Incident happened.
Apparently being clumsy was contagious, or it might've been the ice on the floor, but we all watched as Zeke slipped and fell, having tripped on the lion's tail as he walked past him; I was never sure if it had been deliberate or not
I ran out from behind my booth towards him but my socked foot knocked on something on the floor, making me pause. Ken ran over as well and helped the ferret up as I picked the object up; it was an athletic cup.
Ken got Zeke to sit down. He seemed fine if a bit embarrassed but when I held the object up, all four of us zeroed in on it...
And then to Zeke's deflated crotch.
"Holy crap, been overcompensating pal?" The Lion said, leaning over the table to look at Zeke's crotch area. "Got a tiny one? Then again, with your ass you probably take rather than give."
The room was silent. I was speechless. Ken looked ready to murder someone.
And Zeke? Well, to my shock the ferret looked ready to cry.
"Is there a problem here?" And here was Tess, looming over us like the Mama Bear she was, her arms crossed over her ample bosom.
"You got a guy here with false advertisement," the Lion stood up then and I don't recall this guy ever being this stupidly antagonistic to anyone.
Tess took the cup from my hand and looked at it for a moment, before turning to the feline. She was about to ream him out I was sure, but before she could open her mouth Zeke had moved away from us to sit outside, apparently unwilling to be in the middle of an argument about him. Mama Bear glared hotly at the lion.
"Owen, go check on our boy." She told me and I nodded, though I left slowly. "And you, I don't know what your game is but we don't go tripping my employees and then insulting them." The Lion opened his mouth to argue but Ken beat him to it with a self satisfied smirk. "It's true, I saw him trip because of you." The canine said.
The Lion snarled and made an attempt to launch himself at Ken but I could see Tess' paw land on him and grab him, leading him towards the counter with the satisfied husky walking behind them.
"You okay?" It was one of my better opening lines, seeing as he was sat and hunched in front of the Café with his paws in his face.
"Heh, I'll survive I suppose." Zeke replied, looking up at me with a guarded and apprehensive look.
I was about to continue but we both turned to look as Tess bodily threw the Lion out of the Café - the sight of the big female manhandling an adult like that should've had us in stitches, but the way he glared so venomously at the Ferret simply had me standing up in front of him protectively, staring him down until he went the opposite way down the sidewalk.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish." I muttered.
"So..." At Zeke's voice I turned back to him and sat back down, noticing he seemed a lot calmer now.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, you know." Because really it was his business as to why he wore a cup, my curiosity be damned.
"That's nice of you, but, well..." he blushed and squirmed a little, his paws flexing nervously. "I haven't even told Tess and I probably should've..."
"Hey, It's okay to be a couple of sizes smaller, it's not the size that matters." I said. Cliché, I know, but true nonetheless.
"I-it's not that...it's hard to be smaller when there's nothing down there." I blinked at that, a bit confused.
I stared the ferret in the face and followed his eyes to his crotch, then back at his face, then at his crotch. He sighed.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. He snorted. "You wear a cup because you literally have..."
"I could compare with Gloria if I wanted."
Silence.
A snort.
Laughter ensued - you'd have to know Gloria to get this. I won't get into it now.
"So..." I started after finally getting my breath back. "...you wear a cup because you're a dude who has a..."
"Cunt." Zeke said for me, I guess the slightly uncomfortable look was clear on my face.
"Vagina, yes." I hate that other word, god. "Why didn't you tell Tess though?" He asked. "It's not like we don't have a variety of people working here, or with different...er...tastes." I coughed. I could feel my face heating up and then Zeke's confidence seemed to slowly creep back as he smiled at me.
"Tastes, huh?" He said to me and I nodded, looking across from us now so I didn't have to look at his face. "I just, you know, don't feel very confident about it." He admitted, scratching at his neck self-consciously. "Been picked on, commented on and the like all my life." He shrugged. "I just wanted to have a decent, normal job for once."
I snorted.
"Decent and normal are not part of this job." I said, he chuckled and agreed. "Is that why you don't work Mondays?" I asked.
"Yeah...I just don't want to show it off, you know?" He replied. "But I shouldn't have been such a moron about it I guess...Tess of all people would've understood I suppose." He said.
I stood then and helped him up, then clapped him on the shoulder.
"Ready to go back in and show off for old people?" I asked him.
Zeke laughed, which was a better look on him, and draped an arm over my shoulder and his tail around mine - I blushed a bit, the guy was taller than I was too.
"With you? I could probably do anything," he winked at me and I flushed. I was never good at getting attention. "Thanks, Owen, honestly." He added before we strode back in.
Tess walked up to us then and handed Zeke the cup.
He grinned at Tess and threw it at Ken who caught it with his face - I laughed.
"Enough pussy-footing about, you got work to do!" Tess exclaimed, pushing us both towards the main floor.
I couldn't help but snicker at the ferret's shocked expression; I'm not surprised, Tess knows everything.
"I expect cute PandaFerret babies soon!"
Something caught my foot and all i heard was "Owen!" as the ground suddenly started charging at my face.
Ow.
"You okay?!" Hands grabbed my by my arms and liften me to my feet.
"Oh my god!"
"I guess it's fall flat on your face day today." Zeke said as he helped me up.
I guess I can't dodge ALL drama to myself, ugh.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..."I mumbled to them, hissing a little as my left, big toe stung. I did manage to glare at Tess though.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Zeke asked with a grin at me.
Let this day end...