Chapter 3: The Entertainment Staff
Buffy exited the cabin and looks back inside.
“Mom, Dad, I’m going to the main hall. I’ll be back later.” Buffy promises her parents.
“Do you want to go, Cordelia?” Jenny asked her other daughter.
“As if. I have more important things to do, like decide on what outfit to wear tomorrow when I flirt with the guys.” Cordelia scoffed.
Buffy rolls her eyes and continues on her journey. She walks slowly to the main hall, thinking about her two best friends, Willow and Xander, who are back home in Los Angeles.
She walks across the terrace, wrapped up in her thoughts when she overhears Max talking to the staff. Curiousity gets the better of her and she stops to listen in.
“…There are two kinds of help here. You waiters are all college kids, and I went to Harvard and Yale to hire you. And why did I do that? Why? I shouldn’t have to remind you that this is a family place. You keep your fingers out of the water, hair out of the soup, and show the goddamn daughters a good time. All the daughters…even the dogs. Schlep ‘em out to the terrace, show them the stars, romance them any way you want.”
“Got that guys?” a male voice calls as he walks through.
Buffy’s heart lept out of her chest as soon as she saw Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous. Who was that hunk of a man?
“…The thing to do…Hey, hold it!” Max yelled. “Hold it. Well, if it isn’t the ‘entertainment’ staff.”
The guy stops in his tracks and looks at Max through his sunglasses.
“Listen, wise-ass, you’ve got your own rules. Dance with the daughters. Teach them to salsa, jazz, anything they pay for. That’s it! That’s where it ends. No funny business, no conversation, and keep your hands off!!” Max yelled and left.
“It’s the same in all these places. Some ass in the woods maybe, but no converstion!” a dark haired man told him.
“Watch it, Pryce!” Max warned.
“Think you can keep that straight, Angelus? What you can and can’t lay your hands on?” one of the dark haired waiters asked.
“You just put your pickle on everybody’s plate, college boy, and leave the hard stuff to me.” Angel warned.
“Ooh.” Some of the other waiters laughed. “Some one got creamed.”