Sydney Bristow 2300844
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A/N: I'd like to thank Riley (rileylovesalias) for being my beta. And I'd like to thank all of my dedicated readers. And Kristina (spy41) for once again, inspring another great storyline. This storyline comes from another Alias Role Playing Game at Alias Universe.
Illusion of Perfection
It was all just an illusion…
Chapter I: Mastering the Skill
“Syd! We have people waiting! Any day now!” Bob the cook shouted at her. It was Sydney Bristow’s first day working as a waitress at Willie’s. Willie’s was a bar and grill in the middle of Los Angeles.
Sydney was wearing jeans, a pink Willie’s t-shirt and trying to balance a tray of drinks in her left hand and 3 bottles of ketchup in the other.
“I’m trying!” She shouted back and set the bottles of ketchup down on the tables and handed everyone their drinks. A quick glance down the main walkway of the restaurant and to the entrance told her that the crowds weren’t going to die down soon. It was a Friday night at 5, their busiest time. At least she wasn’t at the front of the restaurant, behind the desk where customers would order what they wanted there and then go find a table. The line of customers went all the way outside. There was no way that they would be leaving here at 8 when their normal shift ended.
“Syd! Table 67 needs their paper picked up!” Sydney’s best friend Francie Calfo said as she squeezed in between tables carrying a tray of dirty dishes into the kitchen.
When customers came in, they’d go to the ordering desk where someone would cheerfully great them with, “Welcome to Willie’s!”. They’d order there as the greeter would jot down their orders. They’d get their drinks, unless it was an alcoholic beverage- the waiters were responsible for those- take their paper with their order on it and then find a table and wait for their waiter to pick their paper up and take it to the kitchen.
Sydney held the tray under one arm and squeezed through a crowd of people to one of the outside tables. Tables 50-70 were located outside on the patio. The other 50 tables were located inside.
Sydney made her way to the table and found a man with sandy brown hair and electric green eyes looking around.
She picked up his paper, noticed he ordered a Miller Lite. “I’ll have your beer out in a second sir.” She replied, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. She took his paper and he looked up at her. He had the green-ist eyes she had ever seen. She couldn’t help but smile at him before she disappeared behind the bar and brought him his beer.
She came back a few minutes later after bringing another table their check and walked to his table.
He noticed that she didn’t have an opener with her and decided to ask her about this. “Don’t you need something to open that with?” He questioned, pointing to the bottle.
“Nope.” She replied and popped the tab off using the edge of the wooden table. Sydney set the bottle down in front of him and winked.
He smiled. “And how long did it take you to become skilled in that area?”
“Oh, this is my first day.” Sydney replied before walking away to refill another diner’s glass of Dr. Pepper.
Illusion of Perfection
It was all just an illusion…
Chapter I: Mastering the Skill
“Syd! We have people waiting! Any day now!” Bob the cook shouted at her. It was Sydney Bristow’s first day working as a waitress at Willie’s. Willie’s was a bar and grill in the middle of Los Angeles.
Sydney was wearing jeans, a pink Willie’s t-shirt and trying to balance a tray of drinks in her left hand and 3 bottles of ketchup in the other.
“I’m trying!” She shouted back and set the bottles of ketchup down on the tables and handed everyone their drinks. A quick glance down the main walkway of the restaurant and to the entrance told her that the crowds weren’t going to die down soon. It was a Friday night at 5, their busiest time. At least she wasn’t at the front of the restaurant, behind the desk where customers would order what they wanted there and then go find a table. The line of customers went all the way outside. There was no way that they would be leaving here at 8 when their normal shift ended.
“Syd! Table 67 needs their paper picked up!” Sydney’s best friend Francie Calfo said as she squeezed in between tables carrying a tray of dirty dishes into the kitchen.
When customers came in, they’d go to the ordering desk where someone would cheerfully great them with, “Welcome to Willie’s!”. They’d order there as the greeter would jot down their orders. They’d get their drinks, unless it was an alcoholic beverage- the waiters were responsible for those- take their paper with their order on it and then find a table and wait for their waiter to pick their paper up and take it to the kitchen.
Sydney held the tray under one arm and squeezed through a crowd of people to one of the outside tables. Tables 50-70 were located outside on the patio. The other 50 tables were located inside.
Sydney made her way to the table and found a man with sandy brown hair and electric green eyes looking around.
She picked up his paper, noticed he ordered a Miller Lite. “I’ll have your beer out in a second sir.” She replied, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. She took his paper and he looked up at her. He had the green-ist eyes she had ever seen. She couldn’t help but smile at him before she disappeared behind the bar and brought him his beer.
She came back a few minutes later after bringing another table their check and walked to his table.
He noticed that she didn’t have an opener with her and decided to ask her about this. “Don’t you need something to open that with?” He questioned, pointing to the bottle.
“Nope.” She replied and popped the tab off using the edge of the wooden table. Sydney set the bottle down in front of him and winked.
He smiled. “And how long did it take you to become skilled in that area?”
“Oh, this is my first day.” Sydney replied before walking away to refill another diner’s glass of Dr. Pepper.
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