You're Taylor, a normal kid, who works an abnormal job. You’re the bus boy at a bar and grill. Normally that’s not so strange, but this bar and grill is frequented by monsters. Gross ones, who don’t think much of humans, let alone pathetic busboys.
Tonight was just an average night. You stood behind the bar, washing off the dishes, watching the patrons. It was slim picking, but across the way, a group of Orcs were loudly eating and laughing. You had seen each one of them down an entire fiesta plate of loaded nachos. Thank god you weren’t a waiter.
“Taylor!” Your boss yells. “Go get the green backs from the green skins over there.”
“What?” Your not a waiter, that’s not your job. “Why can’t Chris do it. It’s his table”
“It’s the funniest things. I haven’t seen Chris since I told him to kick that Ogre out. Maybe he'll turn up, but right now, I need you to get your butt over there and get that money.”
You regrettably do as your told.
As you approach the table, you can hear the orcs.
“— Pianist… I thought you said Pee on it!” The group busts out laughing, slamming their giant fists on the table, rattling the flatwere.
“Aww man Murk, you have the best jokes” one chimes.
“Umm excuse me but, I'm here.. for the… “ Before you can get the word "bill" out, Murk has his giant maw lined up in your face. His sickly yellow teeth filter his rancid breath in your face. Its hot, and wet. You can see slime drool down the side of his cheeks. How did Chris ever get used to this? He looked like he could bite your head off in one gulp. “ … bill.”
“Bill? Ah.. yeah.. the Bill. Alright boys. Toss in your cash.” The orcs all dig in their pockets, throwing out greasy and stained 20’s on the table. It doesn’t look like enough, but your not going to call them on it. You quickly take it and start to walk back.
“Wait right there!” He bellows out and you stop. “I forgot to give you your tip.”
Tip? You’ve never gotten a tip before. You could stay for a tip.
You turn around and wait. Murk waves his hand, asking you to come close. You take a step forward. “Closer boy. I cant give you your tip all the way over there.” You close in, till your literally inches away from the massive orc.
He leans away from you, digging in deep to his pockets. You divert your eyes, not wanting to look at his gigantic ass. In your moment of distraction however, you feel his hand grab the back of your head and pull you in, underneath his massive buttcheek. Pinned, your helpless.
He looks down at you. “Your tip is: If your head is ass level to an orc, don’t stick around; especially if you’ve just spent the night feeding him extra cheesy nachos.”
Murk grunted and shifted his weight. You felt the hot rumbling blast of a rancid fart wash over you. You squirm and try to get out, but the Orc is just too strong to break free. You can hear them laugh and cheer on their friend.
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