The Vegas Inn

Prologue

We were so busy. They would be in shit if I wasn't there. I mean come on; there was only two waiting staff on tonight. And they were supposed to do the dishes too. It's just as well I came in. This was Vegas; did they not expect it to be busy or something? That'll be right. The best diner in Vegas not busy? Yeah and I'm Santa Claus.

As you can tell, I'm not very tolerant. I used to be, but when you've been through what I have, tolerance just goes out the window. Along with trust and belief. But I'll save that story for later.

So anyways, I came in to do an extra shift. I was just doing the dishes and stuff, but it meant I got paid, and I needed the money. Even with my two jobs I still found it hard to feed myself right. Rent was just far too high in Vegas, but who was I to complain? It was my fault I was here. It's not like someone forced me to runaway at the tender age of seventeen. Well, that's rather debatable, but you get my point right? It was me who decided to pick up and leave my old life and run to Vegas.

To be honest, I hated doing the dishes. It may be an all night diner, but when the people come in at four in the morning they don't really care what they eat as long as it's something; so they just get given toast or something. So the kitchen closes at around midnight, which is the worst time of night for the people who wash dishes. That's when all the grease burnt trays and caramelised pans get put in the sink. They also get held responsible for plate shortages, when it's not their fault. This is why I'm glad it's not my normal job.

I heard the chef call my name. I ran to the part of the kitchen where food was cooked.

"Yes, Gus?" I asked.

"Could you please take out this order?" He asked, pointing to a plate. "As you can see it's hot food so it needs to be taken out now, and there's no waiting staff to do so."

"Will do." I respected his wishes because I respected him. He was the first person to be nice to me when I arrived in Vegas. I think he could tell I was scared as soon as I stepped in the diner. He's really helped me throughout the years. He's been more of a father to me than my own ever was.

I raced out of the kitchen. You didn't have to wear the uniform if you were in the kitchen, so I was glad that my attire was close to the uniform. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt and converse, which was a lot like the black polo-shirt and black trousers outfit I normally had to wear.

I quickly located the table on which the food had been ordered on. I placed the food down on front of the guy. He had dark hair - the kind which you would want to run your hands through - was hunched over the table and seemed rather lost, even though I hadn't seen his face.

"I hope you enjoy your meal sir." I said before making to turn away. I would have smiled but as the customer didn't look at me that was rather pointless. Just as I was about to turn around the guy looked up at me with his brown, tortured-soul eyes and said, "Thanks".

I smiled before realising who this guy was: the one and only Shane Gray.

AN: so this is a sneak peek of my new fic, which I'm going to be writing after AA is finished. What are your thoughts? I don't really have much idea about what's going to happen with it, only the first few chaps. R&R