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Lana knew about the reunion, so all she could do was prepare herself for some hectic, wild shifts. Reliving the old days seemed to be easier than controlling themselves. However, she also knew her brothers missed school, especially their friends. Lana only knew a few of them, since she was ten years behind them, she only saw their school friends as a child. College friends when she was just blossoming into a teenager. Some of their good friends stayed in the town, but most of them moved away. Lana didn't want to know what they'd think when they realized she was trying to get out; for now, they just assumed she was trying to get rich. It had been a grind since she'd been of age to work. School took a back seat, mainly because it was a place she detested. Which is why she wasn't so keen on the reunion.<br/>
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A little while later Lana returned with a tray full of at least six beers. Slowly, she bent down to place the tray before shifting the heavy beers off. "Okay, anything else?" Lana was halted as she heard a voice echo from the entrance to the place. It was a warm, cosy restaurant with enough room to fit a great deal of people, yet it kept it's close and welcoming atmosphere. Natural wooden tables and chairs, even the floors were still real. It was a truly homey place, it even had a fireplace. "LITTLE LANA, IS THAT YOU?" Nate, one of the guys who'd played on her brother's football team sized up the group. Her brothers stood, immediately embracing the men with pats on the pack. Lana rolled her eyes before she was pulled into a hug. "Damn girl, you got ink while I was away, ey, Cole, Ethan, what the hell? Why'd you let someone do that shit to her?" Lana knew he was joking, Nate had sleeves himself. "Har har, I can't do anything without a man. Little old defenseless me." Lana recited the words in a soft voice, pretending to be meak. Nate just chuckled before joining her brothers. "Right, any food while you're waiting for the rest of the pack?" It did cross her mind if one particular friend was coming. He was... handsome. Lana used to think about him a lot, she wished she could just remember his name.<br/>
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"Yeah, let's get some wings, loads of wings." Cole announced with a rather chipper voice. They ate there enough to know the menu by heart. "You know we've got those new jalapeno wings, if you want to try those." Her offer had the three men thinking with great consideration. "Hell yeah, lets do two of those, then another two of the BBQ." Lana noted them down with a smile, their joy was infectious. "Alright guys, you get stuck into those beers. I'm not wasting any, better make sure the others turn up. I was told to keep 'em coming." When she turned after grabbing her tray, she felt a firm smack to her rear, which cocked her brow. Nate was being rather forward. "You do that again and I'll smash your face with the tray, got it?" Nate seemed to laugh it off, but Ethan and Cole looked unimpressed. They weren't kids anymore, they couldn't get away with smacking an ass on the chance it'd be seen as amusing. It did make her wonder if he'd seen her dance...<br/>
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Some hours later, more old school friends joined the table and seemed to fill up the place. Lana was swept off of her feet; there were only three girls serving, and it was hectic. Lana was dressed in reasonable heels, mainly for her next shift at the club. She wore a black skirt, and a tank top that seemed to frame her breasts rather well. However, as a twenty eight year old woman, she expected people would be more mature. She was wrong. They stared at her, watched her. And Nate was one of them. What the hell was up with him? He used to be carefree, women weren't a fascination for him. Maybe it'd been too long, people changed. <br/>
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After serving another table their food, Lana returned to her nearly drunk brothers and their rowdy friends, it seemed they were on the verge of needing to be taken home. "Okay you guys, I need to bring you some food to sober up a bit, this is a family place remember. What can I get you lot?" The males looked at one another, laughing. "Wiiingggs!" They chanted, in unison. It was like they were at school all over again. Lana was happy she was going to leave the town for somewhere men were actually men, not drunk boys. "All right all right, wings it is. Anything else? Garlic bread? Or you know, actual food?" Nate snorted at her words before gripping her wrist and tugging her into his lap, causing the female to pause, and knock her head into the other male sitting beside Nate, one she didn't know. "NATE!" The female snapped, "I'm working, shit." The male just chuckled, "Aw c'mon sexy, I've seen you dance, get your kit off. What's the difference?" As soon as the words left his lips she glanced to her brothers, who seemed to stare wide eyed toward her. Ethan was the first to get angry. "YOU'RE FUCKING DANCING?" Cole joined in with his rant, "C'mon Lana what the fuck, Nate, fucking let her go." <br/>
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It was a struggle, but Lana stood eventually, and Nate followed her. "Oh yeah, I seen guys shove notes down a skimpy little g string, c'mon Lana, just give us a show huh?" He was slightly stumbling before Ethan and Cole rose up from their seats. The rest of their friends stayed silent. Lana could sense the customers were watching them, but her efforts to calm them failed. "Come on guys, please, sit down." Ethan swung for Nate, and hit him square in the jaw. "Don't you fucking talk to my sister like that you piece of shit." And just like that, it turned into a felony. "HEY!" Lana managed to shove Ethan back, waiting for Nate to stand. "Get out Nate." She uttered, and he seemed to obey. "Look, you two, I'm a big girl, I can do.... what I want. Nobody gets to touch me, nobody. You can rest assured I'm safe, but I'm a woman and I will use that to my advantage." Cole visibly twitched. "You're a woman so you gotta be some whore? C'mon Lana... you're better than that." "It's empowering!" She snapped back, "You know how much men toss up just to see me? Just to watch me, to hell with this," The female hadn't even noticed more people coming in, she threw her apron down and marched outside, withdrawing a pack of cigarettes from her skirt and slipping one into her mouth. She played with the lighter a little, and finally it lit up. The cigarette crackled softly as it was lit, she inhaled deeply and embraced her five minute break. Shit, she was going to need more than that. It wouldn't be long before her parents knew, or the whole town. </span>