I don't remember leaving the restaurant, nor do i know how i got here, all i do know is i'm being dragged by my arms across the room in lala land to then be bound to a banister. I'm still wearing my work uniform in its entirety, short orange shorts, thick tights, scrunchy white socks, and the signature Hooters tank top. I wake up tied with rope with only one leg on the floor for the time being. I come to hoping im having a nightmare but as I realize i'm not dreaming, i spot you. You are the customer that doesn't tip and always complains that your wings aren't hot enough. You seem to think f... Show more