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I split up tip shares and yours is more than hers. "This is because you're fucking her!" She says.

"Riley, stop it!" I say. I explain that she only got shares for her time at the hostess stand and that she got her own tips when she moved to waitress. She leaves in a huff and I stand there watching you rub your temples and fight back another, small tear. "You okay?"
 
"Yeah. . . just a little hungry," I say, pocketing my tips. "I haven't eaten since earlier today. . ."
 
"I can have Scott make you something," I say as I fill a double shot glass of Jaeger and slide it slowly your direction in the silent bar.
 
"That'd be appreciated. . . something small. . ." I say, grabbing the Jaeger and downing it quickly.
 
I order you a lunch portion of fettuccine alfredo with chicken. I lean on the bar, looking in your eyes. "You look like hell," I say, grinning as I push your hair back. "I'm sorry about tonight."
 
I give a small smile as I began to eat, almost delicately. "It's okay, it was bound to happen sometime," I say. "I can't look hot all the time."
 
I laugh. Very glad you have a good attitude about things. "Do we need to stop by your place and get clothes for you? Are you even coming over tonight?"
 
"Why wouldn't I come over tonight?" I ask with a giggle. I take another bite of my pasta. "And no, I packed like five days worth of clothes into that backpack." I look at you. "Also, thanks for the little note. That really helped me get through the rest of the shift."
 
"You looked like you were being tortured up front. I wanted to try something." I go around behind you and rub your shoulders. "You two are going to have nights where you have to work together."
 
"I know, and I did remain civil to her, I just wish she'd pay me the same courtesy," I sigh, relaxing into the back rub. I look up at you. "I kept my promise- I didn't start a cat fight."
 
I kiss your cheek, close to your ear. "Thank you baby." I send Scott home and turn out the kitchen lights. "Ready to call it a night? It's almost 3:30."
 
Having finished eating, I nod. "Let's go," I say, getting up and sliding an arm around your waist and leaning up against you.
 
I get home and into my boxers and sit in bed watching Sportscenter while you take a shower, appearing in some shiny gold and red print sleep pants that make your ass look cute.
 
I crawl into bed and curl up next to you with a soft smile. "Anything good on?" I ask softly, laying my head on your chest.
 
"We can find a movie," I tell you. "I have every channel you could want." I put an arm around you and curl you up to me. "We have to leave around 1 tomorrow."
 
I take the remote and find the channel that had Star Trek: Next Generation on it, and pressed it to that. "I'm such a geek," I laugh and cuddle into you more, loving the closeness.
 
"Wow, you really are." I slide my hand down to rest on your ass, and then I let you watch TV with your head on my chest until I nod off to sleep.
 
I fall asleep not long after you, after setting the sleep timer on the TV so it wouldn't be on for the rest of the night.

I wake up a few hours later, but remain in bed, not wanting to move.
 
You roll in to curl up facing me and I open my eyes, groggy. I yawn. "What are you doing up SO early?" I squeeze you against me.
 
"Mmm, same here," I say, sleepily as well. "Just can't fall back asleep though. . ." I sigh and relax a little bit more.
 
I rub my hand on your waist where your skin appears between your pants and the little t-shirt you're in. I give you a sleepy smile. "You want to play?" I ask.
 
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