Marly's Restaurant

Here's the story: Marluxia owns a restaurant where all the waiters are required to work in drag. During his college years, Roxas works there because he likes the opportunity to wear a dress and not be criticized for it; Seifer can't find another job and this one pays good. Organization members that work there are doing favours for Marluxia or other employees. Aside from working in drag, it's a normal restaurant.
There was a bit of confusion before and I hope this clarifies it. Enjoy!

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Hayner, Pence, and Olette parked their car in the overcrowded parking lot, the summer heat beating down on them. They were sweating by the time they entered the air conditioned restaurant, their shirts sticking to their backs.
“Sure is warm out today,” Pence stated, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
“Way to point out the obvious,” Hayner joked, openly grinning.
Before the brunette could retort, a cute blonde in a tight black dress walked up to them, menus in hand.
“Hey Roxas!” Hayner exclaimed, slapping his hand on the shorter boy’s back.
“Hey guys,” the blue eyed host smiled, “Table or booth?”
Olette looked between the other two, Hayner taking charge and saying,
“Booth.”
As he lead them to an empty booth, Roxas smirked,
“You’ll never guess who just started working here.”
“Who?” Hayner indulged, his eyes flitting around the room.
“Don’t worry,” the blonde said with a sly grin, “He’ll be your waiter.”
He set the menus on the table as they took their seats, Pence and Olette sitting across from their friend.
Roxas returned to his station in front of the door, his hostess dress showing off his lean body build.
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Within a minute of being back of at his podium near the entrance, Roxas heard footsteps coming up behind him and as he turned, a tall redhead nearly bumped into him.
“Oh, hey, Axel,” the blonde smiled, smoothing out a few wrinkles at the bottom of his dress as the taller male stepped back.
“Hey there good lookin’,” the redhead replied, a grin dancing on his lips.
Roxas blushed faintly before asking,
“Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen?”
“On break,” Axel answered plainly, seemingly looming over the shorter male.
“Aren’t you gonna go outside for a smoke then?” the blonde assumed.
“Here’s the thing, see,” the older employee said matter-of-factly, “I thought about it but…I thought it’d be better if you joined me outside.”
“Uh huh…” Roxas responded, his hand on his chin in mock thought, “And what made you come to that conclusion?”
That statement made Axel speechless and the blonde smirked at the stunned silence, turning back to his podium.
“Plus I’m not on break,” Roxas added with his back to the redhead.
“I already asked the boss if we could break at the same time and he agreed,” the taller man retorted, hoping to force the other male into a corner.
“Well, I don’t want to take my break right now,” the blonde said, pouting, “Plus you know Marluxia likes to torture the employees, especially me.”
Axel bit his bottom lip in an effort to keep back a groan at the sight of Roxas being so adorable.
“Come on, Roxy,” he cooed, reaching out and taking Roxas’ hand in his own, “Come outside with me.”
Sighing, the blonde obliged, letting the redhead lead him through the restaurant by the hand.
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“I still can’t believe Roxas would work at a place like this,” Pence whispered, leaning forward.
“He likes his job,” Olette defended in an almost motherly tone, glaring at her boyfriend.
“Don’t be such a prude about these things,” Hayner snapped, crossing his arms across his chest.
Pence remained silent, afraid to invoke the wrath of his girlfriend and friend. The three of them read their menus in silence, choosing what to eat.
Just as they closed their menus, a tall blonde wearing a skin tight skirt with slits going down the side and a blue and white girdle came strutting toward their table. He wore boots that disappeared up his skirt, the heels making him a few inches taller. His pale blonde hair was elegantly chaotic, a few strands falling in front of his eyes, and his lips were a soft peach color.
He groaned as he saw who was seated at the table but approached them nonetheless, pen and pad in hand.
“I see you’ve changed since high school,” Pence taunted, unable to help himself.
Olette glared daggers at her boyfriend and Hayner slammed his fist on the table, the glasses of water trembling.
Seifer raised an eyebrow at the blonde’s action, poising the pen against the paper to begin writing.
“What’ll it be, chicken wuss?” the waiter in drag questioned, his hips tilted slightly.
Hayner froze, the words catching in his throat.
“Well?” Seifer pressed, his blue eyes drilling into Hayner’s brown ones. The camo-clad male was memorized by the light make-up that surrounded those cold blue orbs.
“We know what we want,” Pence interrupted rudely, gesturing toward himself and Olette.
“Fine,” Seifer sighed, turning to the other two with pen pressed heatedly to paper.
As his friends gave their orders, Hayner continued to stare at the blonde he had known for so long, wondering why the older boy was working at this particular restaurant.
Once he was done with the “happy couple’s” order, Seifer turned back to the now blushing blonde.
“Decided yet?” he asked with less venom than he used on the other two.
Hayner cleared his throat before managing to say,
“Uh…yeah…..”
He numbly pointed to the meal he wanted, his eyes still glued to Seifer’s apparel and how wonderfully it fit his muscular body.
“I’ll be right back with your drinks,” Seifer told them after he had everything written down. He walked toward the drink station, his heels accentuating his ass quite nicely.
“Quit drooling,” Olette laughed, seeing Hayner’s eyes following the waiter, making the blonde blush hard and a light giggle escaped his lips.
A moment later, Seifer returned with their drinks in hand. As he handed them out, he deliberately served Hayner’s last. Half bent over the table, the older man slid the drink unnecessarily far from the seated blonde, making Hayner stretch to reach while being distracted by Seifer’s strong muscles that flexed as he moved. The waiter in drag slowly straightened up, arching his back seductively as he drew back, letting his shoulder graze Hayner’s forearm.
Without another word, Seifer went to go wait on his other tables, knowing that Hayner’s eyes were firmly glued to his ass.
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Once outside, Axel dug in his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter while Roxas leaned against the grimy wall.
“When are you gonna stop smoking?” the blonde questioned, the cold air nipping at his bare shoulders.
“When you start sleeping with me,” Axel answered smugly as he placed a cigarette between his lips and swiftly lit it.
Roxas coughed on his inhale, sputtering.
“What possesses you to think that I’d ever sleep with you?” he asked after he caught his breath.
“Oh, I know you will,” the redhead smirked before taking a drag.
The blonde host grimaced, exclaiming,
“I wouldn’t sleep with you!”
Axel merely grinned, smoke billowing from his nostrils.
“I wouldn’t!” Roxas insisted, pouting cutely.
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“Jeez, Hayner,” Pence half-whispered disgustedly, “I can’t believe you talked us into coming to a place like this.”
“What do you mean ‘a place like this’?” the blonde snapped, scowling at the shorter male.
“You know full well what I mean!” Pence hollered, his girlfriend nervously clinging to his arm.
“Well if you didn’t want to come here, why did you?” Hayner demanded, staring down his friend.
“Because Olette made me! And she was only being nice!” Pence yelled back, his brows knitting together in anger.
Hayner’s glare focused on his female friend, his eyes becoming more narrow than ever.
“I know you really wanted to come here,” Olette defended, “And I didn’t want you to come here alone.”
“What?!” Hayner shouted, “Why wouldn’t you want me to come here alone?”
Pence and Olette looked at each other, frightened of pissing off their friend even more.
“Well,” the only female said meekly, “We know that you’d…. erm… fall for one of th-the waiters…”
Hayner remained silent, fuming angrily in his seat.
Uncertainly, Pence prodded Olette for her to get out of the booth. She obeyed and her boyfriend followed her.
They headed for the door, grateful that Roxas was questionably absent from his post.

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I love Seifer in a dress! *squee* but I didn't exactly know what to put him in, so I looked at the clothing he does wear and used that for a colour scheme. And Roxas in a dress will always make Axel come running. XD I have quite a bit written for the next chapter, so it should be up soon! Please R&R and constructive criticism is always welcome!