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// Chapter 12: A Night to Remember Part ll; Shit happens... 
// Story: Campus love 
// by LightningChaserRaikage 
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Chris took his seat next to Applejack and Fluttershy. His hot feeling turned into an inferno, to which his tight collar wasn't any help. They ordered their dinners which followed as two Greek chicken salads, Three tenderloins with baked potato and one plate of rosemary alfredo. When the waitress left the group continued to have their standard conversations, swapping stories and even sharing a few laughs. Rarity constantly had to tell Pinkie to calm down and behave, considering her hyperactive nature.
Pinkie does seem to show a heavy case of ADD, but hey, I'm no psychologist.
"It's a shame that not everyone could join us." Rarity sighed.
"Oh? We're missing someone?" Chris responded, now paying attention.
"Yes, Twilight. She had to go on business fer the headmaster. I don't think ya met 'er yet." Applejack joined.
You'd be surprised.
"Not formally, no."
"You met her already?!" Rarity questioned, shocked.
"Yup, played a game of chess together, though it ended in a stalemate."
The plates arrive, but the waitress accidentally trips and Chris's plate falls on him. His steak stained his shirt, giving the impression that he had been shot in the left shoulder.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" The waitress cried. Getting napkins and cleaning up the mess.
"Hey, hey, it's alright. I mean, shit happens right? It was just an accident." Chris calmly said holding in a scream in spite of the fact that the baked potato was baking his right thigh. He looked at the waitress, she had light blonde hair and was wearing a grey uniform, but what really set her different from the other employees was a slight "derp" expression in her eyes. Come to think of it, when she took their orders she knocked over a tray table and bumped into another waiter who spilled wine on the floor.
"Is there a restroom I could go to? So I could clean up?" Chris asked, rising from his seat.
"Oh yes, second door on your left." The waitress said, pointing down to a hallway in the back of the restaurant. Chris went in and began to wipe the stain with a moist towel.

After a few minutes and lots of paper towels in the waste bin, Chris emerged from the men's room.
Geez, this stain is persistent. Better get heavy duty bleach to wipe this off.
"That's it! I've just about had it up to here with you!" An angry voice punctured through a nearby door. Chris followed it to the kitchen entrance and saw the waitress from earlier with a gruff man (probably the manager) in front of her, a fed up expression on his face.
"You're clumsiness is causing customers to leave! I don't know why Bruce hired someone like you, but if you cause this much trouble for business... GAH!! I should fire you right now!"
"B-b-but... I'm trying as hard as I can. Please! I need this job!" The waitress stuttered, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"That's your excuse for everything! Your trying is not enough!!" The man shouted, the chefs kept working, but they had a concerned look on each of their faces, sometimes even looking at the scene.
"But..."
"NO MORE BUTS!!!" the man screeched, extending a hand and swung it. A loud slap echoed through out the kitchen. Everyone stopped and looked with utter shock. The waitress slowly looked back at the man, tears flowing down her newly red cheek. The manager's face looked only to get more enraged and cocked back another open hand. He turned his shoulders, but jerked, unable to follow through. The look of fury shifted to surprise as Chris blocked his arm and stared into his eyes with a glare of permafrost.
"That's enough..." He coldly stated.
"And what are you doing here?! This kitchen is for employee's only!" The manager barked.
"I should ask you the same, since you don't seem to be doing your job."
"What are you talking about?!"
"For one thing: a manager doesn't punish his employees for mistakes that are purely accidental. Secondly: The point of being a manager is to train a new worker and have them learn from their mistakes."
Having said that, many of the chefs began to nod in agreement.
"And what do you know about being a manager, huh?! This bitch can't learn from her mistakes because she repeats them. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME."
"I'm sorry but what did you say, Johnson?" A voice spoke out.
The entire kitchen was startled and even a few gasps. Chris looked to see a well dressed man in a tuxedo, with a dark blue ascot, a black vest under his black jacket and a very noticeable gold monocle and chain that lead to his breast pocket.
"B-Bruce! I just said-" Johnson stuttered.
"That my new employee can't learn? That you should fire her on the spot? Well if you feel that strongly about having a "simple" workforce, then you can take it somewhere else."
"W-What?!"
"To put it in layman's terms: You're fired." Bruce simply stated.
Nice touch.
Johnson looked back at Chris with an angry expression before storming out.
"Well... let's not dwell upon current events, c'mon. Back to work! There are still hungry people out there in need out our cuisine!" Bruce hollered to the kitchen, earning a cheer among the workers as the continued their duties. He then turned to Chris.
"Young man, I must apologize for my former manager's behavior."
"Oh don't worry about that. I've dealt with sleezes like that." Chris stated, trying not to sound arrogant.
"I must also thank you for defending on of my employees. I know she can be rough around the edges."
"Don't mention it. I would have done it for anyone suffering from mistreatment."
"I bet you're wondering why I hired her."
"Hm...a little bit yea."
Bruce took off his monocle, wiped it and placed it back over his eye.
"I was friends with her mother, she died when Derpy was a little girl and her father left without an explanation. With no one left in her family to take care of her, I took the responsibility of her welfare. After years, she felt that she wanted to repay me by working off her debt."
"Wow, that takes a lot of heart. I can respect that." Chris said.
"Oh, silly me, where are my manners. My name is Bruce Livingston, pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"My name is Chris, Chris Zueski."
"Interesting name."
"Well Bruce it was interesting to be here, but I think my friends are probably worrying about me now."
"Please Chris, call me Fancy Pants. All my friends do."
"Ha ha, and you say I have the interesting name. Well, I hope to see you again, Fancy Pants." Chris chuckles before leaving the kitchen.

The girls were still sitting in their seats, right where Chris left them.
"Oh there you are, Chris!" Rarity said, a slight slur to her words.
"Yea, what took ya so long?" Rainbow questioned, who clearly was tipsy.
"Sorry, this bitch of a stain was more deep set than I anticipated." Chris responded. The night continued without much interruption and Chris actually enjoyed himself. When the bill was paid, the group stood up and started for the door. Out of the six, Pinkie and Dash were the only one's nearly shitfaced, as they hobbled along with the rest. As Chris was leaving, he felt a slight tug on his sleeve. He looked over to see the waitress, pinching at his arm with a flustered expression.
"Um...excuse me, sir. I would like to thank you...for defending me." She said in a low tone.
"You don't need to thank me." Chris started, "It only seems right to protect a person who is subjected to cruelty, no matter the situation."
"But, there must be someway I can repay you."
"Seriously, you don't have to. I would have done it for anyo-"
Chris was cut off and his face began to feel hotter than the devils nipples. The waitress was kissing him, right on the spot. He didn't know how to react, so he just stood frozen. When she broke away, she gave a sheepish smile.
"My name's Derpy, I hope to see you here again sometime."
"Oh...r-right. Sometime." Chris fumbled with his words. He turned and continued out the door, utterly speechless. Though a certain blonde had a frustrated look and almost looked like she was going to kill him, probably thinking about it too.
"Did you have a special conversation with that waitress?" Applejack inquired, though she was harsh about it.
"That's... one way of putting it." Chris replied. At that instant, AJ let out a frustrated grunt and stormed out into the city street.
"Applejack? Where are you going?!" Chris hollered, beginning to jog after her.
"JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!!" She lashed out. Chris stopped and just stared as she nearly ran down the street.
What was that all about? Could she have been...