Working, working, erry (rest) day I'm working

[traces]

Characters: Dahlia, Gino??, other employees and customers
Format: Whatever
This log is: open
Location: A pizza place in town
Summary: This is an open mingling/hanging out post. Want to come eat pizza, talk to the employees, dine and dash? This is the post for you.

Dahlia didn't like this job. She had to be on her feet all day, and the skirt that came with the waitress's uniform was shorter than her school uniform's. At first, the free pizza during her lunch break was nice; but now, after five weeks of working in this place, just the smell was enough to make her gag.

But she kept a smile on her face as she worked. That afternoon, she approached a table of customers, put on her widest grin, and said, "What can I get for you?"

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[knifehands]

Belarus sat at the table with the other students. She wasn't really socializing with them, nor was she getting along with them — she just tagged along to go to the pizza place to get something to eat, perhaps it would be better than the nasty school's food.

"I don't care. Cheese pizza?"

[traces]

Well, wasn't this person Little Miss Sunshine. Dahlia had to admire her -- she was plainly not pleased to be here, and who would be?

She jotted down a note on her notepad. "And would you like anything to drink, as well? You must be thirsty from the train ride." She hadn't seen this girl, at least, before, so she assumed she was new.

[knifehands]

She frowned at that. How the fuck did this girl know she was new? If it was something Belarus hated, it was when people started to know stuff about her.

"Just water, I suppose."

[traces]

"All right." She nodded, then looked around to the others at the table. Somebody else want to be here~?

[babysage]

Kotaro was on his break from the his job at the toy shop and he burst into the pizza place grinning. Food! He liked pizza, he bounced up to the counter and grinned, barely able to see over it.

[traces]

As she's heading into the back to get a refill for some entitled whiny bastard, Dahlia notices the small boy standing at the counter.

Oh well, not her job to deal with him.

Unless he speaks to her first.

[babysage]

"Hello!" Kotaro grinned at her and waved. He... had never really bought things in shops before. His brother always did and he had never actually been to a Pizza place before. Humans weren't that happy to serve Black Bloods.

[traces]

Sigh. She smiled at him. "Hello, there. Would you like a table?"

[babysage]

He smiled back and shook his head. "No thank you." Why would be want to buy a table? "Can I have a pizza please?"

[traces]

"Ah, all right. To go, then?"

At least ringing this kid up would give her an excuse to stay away from the asshole she was helping now. She stepped behind the counter and punched her ID number into the cash register.

"What kind would you like?"

[trollofthree]

"Whoops, sorry--" she'd managed to step out in front of Gino as he wove his way between tables from the service hatch to table three. He'd swerved in time, and his free, non-pizza juggling hand had gone down to steady her shoulder, at least.

[traces]

"Eek!" Dahlia stumbled when she noticed Gino, but just managed to steady herself -- until he planted his hand on her shoulder, causing her to jerk her arm and spill the platter of drinks she was carrying.

[trollofthree]

Aaand there was no way he was going to be any help with that, so whilst most of the glasses just toppled or spilled their contents over the tray, one or two enterprising ones made the daring leap to the floor.

Gino surveyed the destruction, hand still on her shoulder, with perhaps a little too much amusement to be professional.

"Wow."

[traces]

Dahlia slumped and sighed. Now she was going to get lectured by the manager again, and she was really sick of hearing that blowhard's stupid whiny voice.

And she had soda on her shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Gino!"

[trollofthree]

"Hey, no worries--" Whoa, was she about to cry? He blinked down at her, and let go just to pat her lightly again. And then let go AGAIN to snag her ruined tray. "Seriously, my bad. You go get another one! I'll clean up here."

[bloodandfire]

[Dany had wandered into the shop and, well, she has no idea what pizza is]

What is it that you sell here?

[traces]

[ Dahlia's just about to go on break when she notices Daenerys. ]

Pizza, miss.

[bloodandfire]

That does not answer my question, I am not familiar with pizza.

[traces]

You aren't? [ uuugh ] It's a kind of food. Would you like to order some?

[bloodandfire]

[Dany just lives to make Dahlia's life difficult]

How many Raks would it cost?

[bubblymuffins]

[And while you're distracted by serving a customer, a certain pony is here to make your life hard. I hope you're not carrying anything.] WHOA, INCOMING! [Stumbling your way, wings flapping asymmetrically and uselessly.]

[traces]

Eek! [ She was carrying a nice big hot pizza, you stupid little pony. Dahlia is knocked to the floor, and the pizza goes flying. ]

[bubblymuffins]

[and with a clang, it lands on her head, making her eyes spin. After a moment to shake it off, she pulls a hunk off her head and eats it.] Tasty!

[trollofthree]

[ what the actual hell

no, never mind. It's Rakuen. ] Hey, you gonna pay for that?

[traces]

[ At least her uniform stayed clean this time. Dahlia scrambles to her feet, grabbing up the tray, and looks rather irritated. ]

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