Gamers’ Omega (Gimme MMMMMore #5)

Chapter 2

~November~

“O rder up!” Owen called from the kitchen.

I rushed over and grabbed a pizza and an order of pasta, balancing them as I carried them back to the dining room.

“I’ll be with you in just a minute,” I said to a group of men standing at the host station.

“No prob,” one replied.

I grinned, dropped the order at my table, and hustled back over.

“Table for four?” I asked.

One of the men—all alphas, and quite handsome—nodded. “We’ll be camping for a while, so we’re usually seated in the back section.”

“Got it,” I replied. “Need menus?”

He laughed. “Naw, we always order the same thing. But you seem new.”

I grinned. “I’m Eric. Just started a couple of weeks ago.”

“Ian,” he replied, grinning under a mop of blond hair, his green eyes twinkling.

“Tony, and you’ll be seeing plenty of us,” cut in a man with brown hair, a lean build, and brown eyes. “We’re in at least once a week during the winter.”

“Sometimes more,” laughed a third with frosted brown hair, athletic frame, and one green and one blue eye. “The pizza here is worth it. I’m Freddie, by the way.”

“Always like to know the reviews are good,” I laughed.

The fourth patted his stomach. While not overly large, he did have a few more pounds than the others. His black hair was neat and his dark eyes shone. “My name’s Beck, and the reviews are excellent.”

I stopped at a booth and the four piled in, then promptly set a board game box in the middle of the table.

I laughed when I saw what game they’d brought. “You weren’t kidding about camping, if you’re planning to play that while you’re here.”

Ian raised an eyebrow. “You know it?”

I glanced at the box again and nodded. “I think I played another version, but yeah. It gets long when you have to resource farm.”

“I don’t think we’ve met many other people who have played it,” Beck said.

I shrugged. “It’s fun, but it takes people who really like board games to be able to sit through it.”

“Luckily, that happens to be us,” Tony replied.

I laughed. “What drinks should I get started for you while you set up?”

The men ordered a round of sodas and were already in their opening campaigns by the time I dropped them at the table. They were squabbling over resources when their pizzas came out and were just finishing their game when my shift was over.

“See ya next week, new guy,” said Beck as they headed past me.

I grinned, already looking forward to seeing them again. “See ya.”

Then I saw the tip they’d left as I bussed their table, and I was really looking forward to seeing them again. They’d warned me they’d be camping, but their tip reflected not just what they’d ordered, but also the time spent at the table.

Polite, good-looking, and good tippers? Yes, I was already looking forward to seeing them again.