Annette scowled as she began on yet another massive pile of dirty dishes.
Now, a few hours after she started, she wasn’t anywhere near done with the washing.
She just couldn’t believe that this happened because of her question about the bill. When she requested the use of the dishwashing machine to make things easier, the other workers sneered at her.
Upon asking if she could cook some of the food instead, the chef on duty became downright hostile.
“Get all the syrup off the plates from breakfast,” the waitress that had served Annette said while bringing in more dishes for her. “They’re starting to get dry and disgusting.”
Annette felt her hands beginning to prune and wrinkle. Holding them up to get a better look, she sighed in exasperation.
“Don’t I get a break?” She requested as the chef’s cooking utensils were then dumped in from behind her. “Or at least some gloves?”
“Not if you’re a freeloader, you don’t,” the waitress said before going back behind her to grab the next meal.
Even after nearly the whole afternoon working, Annette still had to hear names like ‘freeloader’, ‘cheapskate’, ‘thief’, and so on.
She was then distracted at who came next in the diner.
“Please tell me you’re not gonna have another censor-worthy moment in here, bro,” Sinbad told Marc as they and Harwood took seats at a booth.
Marc wiggled his hips around, and then pulled his pants up for good measure. “I think I’m good.”
When they sat down, all three waited for their menus to be brought to them. As they did, Sinbad decided to bring up an awkward question:
“So how’d the Fuck Shack work out for you, bro?”
Marc smiled at this. “Worked great. Can’t wait for when the proper furniture shows up.” Both of them tried to ignore Harwood’s snickering at what Sinbad called the place.
Shortly after, their menus arrived. Sinbad was too distracted by the interior of the diner, to make his proper selection, though.
“It could just be me,” he said as he half-heartedly glanced at his menu, “but this place looks like it’s in dire need of a visit from Gordon Ramsay.”
“You’re not the only one,” Harwood mumbled. He then grabbed the napkin dispenser, and threw it onto the floor. This small action dumbfounded his two kids.
Marc waited a bit before asking. “What was that for?”
Smirking, Harwood watched as the waitress now approached. “I know what I want already. I was just trying to get her attention.”
To the waitress, he casually asked: “Yes, what kinds of tea do you sell?”
Keeping herself hidden from view, Annette tried to listen in on Harwood’s conversation. There wasn’t anything incriminating about what he was saying.
The only thing probably out of the ordinary he did was flip off the waitress at her unsatisfactory answer. Said waitress then gently asked that he keep from being rude.
“I’m sixty-five years old!” Harwood then could be heard saying. “Your concept of ‘politeness’ is foreign to me.”
When Annette hazarded a look over out to the dining area, she was then surprised by Elvira coming in.
Elvira wore a pair of sunglasses, and a large black sun hat. She was grinning widely as she secretly pulled a gun out of a holster on her hip. Her grin only became wider when she saw Sinbad hide under the booth table.
Now Annette could hear Sinbad whispering to Marc and Harwood:
“First, gimme your cane gun thing. Then both of you get the fuck out of here. I get the feeling shit’s about to do down.”
Annette didn’t hear their answers, though, as the waitress came back in and snapped her fingers at her.
“No slacking off now, freeloader!” She spat at her. Still, Annette kept an eye on what seemed to be about to transpire.
When Sinbad sat back up, Marc and Harwood were already getting out of their booth and out the doors back to the apartment.
He tried to stay composed as the woman that had just entered sauntered into the middle of the diner. It was a woman he’d hoped he never have to see again.
As Elvira stepped closer to the ordering counter, she pulled her sunglasses down to get a better look at who was in the back.
“I suppose even the blue woman must pay her debts to society in some way,” she mused before glancing to her right.
Sinbad didn’t have much time to say ‘blue woman?’ under his breath before Elvira looked back, pulling her gun higher and in front of her face. His eyes widened as he watched her prepare a bullet.
“No-!” By the time Sinbad jumped out of his seat, Elvira had already fired twice.
Annette was stopped when Elvira fired into the kitchen. Before she could react properly, the chef and the waitress fell to the ground, dead.
The diner patrons began scattering, screaming the entire time. Standing away from the sink now, Annette could only look on with terror as Elvira turned back, and fired three more times.
Anyone who didn’t get fatally shot had already fled the premises. The only ones left alive in the dining area were Elvira and Sinbad.
She held her tongue, keeping Sinbad from realizing she was back there. All she could do was watch as he grabbed Elvira by the arm.
“What the hell?! Stop it!”
Initially stunned, Elvira then curled her mouth into a devilish smile when she realized who was trying to subdue her.
“Well, now isn’t this a face I’ve not seen for nearly a decade.” After she was done speaking, Sinbad let go and stepped back, petrified with fear.
Then she stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek. “You do remember me after all these years! Isn’t that sweet! I’d expect nothing less from that whore Maria’s son.
“Although I must say,” she went on as her nails began slicing into his skin, “I almost didn’t recognize you without a collar on your neck.”
Sinbad was literally trembling now. “Why are you here?” His voice was shaking as badly as his body was.
“Well, that’s not very nice to say,” Elvira crooned as she pulled away, only to pull the cane gun out of Sinbad’s hands. “And thinking of using this on me? You know that’s forbidden-”
“Answer my damn question!” Sinbad was trying frantically to regain composure, and failing horribly.
Elvira raised an eyebrow at his outburst. “Why am I here? Well, I heard you were back in the city, and thought I’d catch up on my favorite little soldier. And perhaps make a deal with you again?”
This didn’t bode well. “What kind of deal?”
“Oh, nothing huge,” she answered him coyly. “Just having you back at my side for when the gang war becomes serious. Knowing you, I bet you could wipe them out easily. what do you say?”
He stepped back again, remembering all the horrendous treatment this woman and her cronies put him through on a daily basis. He scowled, trying to intimidate her.
“Fuck no,” he hissed at her.
To this, Elvira gave an exaggerated frown. “Well, that’s too bad.” She then raised her gun, and shot one last bullet into Sinbad’s arm.
Annette flinched when she heard the gunshot, and Sinbad yelping in pain. Cautiously stepping over the dead waitress, she watched the disturbing sight more up close.
“Tell you what, sweetie,” Elvira said as she stood over a collapsed Sinbad now, “I’ll give you 24 hours to think about it. After that, stop by the warehouse.”
She turned to go, but not before looking back at Sinbad, and smirking. “I’ll be waiting.”
A few moments after she left, Annette finally stepped out into the dining area, and bent down to Sinbad’s eye level.
“Come on, we have to stop the bleeding,” she said to him. Sinbad just scooted away from her as she reached for him.
“Oh, fuck off! If I’d known you were here, I’d have asked her to shoot me in the head,” he spat at her.
Annette frowned, and tried reaching for him again. “But you’re going to bleed to death if I don’t help you!”
“Fine! I’d rather die! Now go suck a railroad spike!” Seeing that she wasn’t getting anywhere with him, Annette grabbed his phone and pressed speed dial.
Sinbad wasn’t too happy about this. “What the fuck?! Give me back my phone!” Hearing it ring, Annette set it onto the floor for him to talk into.
“There. At least your last moments can be spent talking to your father.” With that, Annette ran and hid in the walk-in freezer.
For each minute that passed after that, she became increasingly more worried. She honestly hoped that Sinbad wasn’t dead by the end of the night.