There were always the usual customers on nights like this. No one bothered with bars during the week. One would think the high class crowd that crept in at all hours of the night with a questionable woman, and for some man, on their arm were off playing the expensive version of house with their oblivious wives. They would be there this weekend, though. Ordering the waiters around like people with money could and rubbing their noses into the ceiling they're pointed up so high.
However, these were the nights Naruto hated most. Instead of taking pleasure in the quiet and calm atmosphere he cursed his luck instead. No business meant no tips. That poor frog wallet of his would be filled with dust until the weekend. Maybe there would be less to be bothered about if he could sulk in the comfort of his apartment and not here, the annoying bar pagoda with it's flashing lights and awful 80's tracks playing in the background.
As his boss had put it, Naruto was worth even less if he weren't working. Fatass bastard- If it weren't for the good hours...
Yet he had still been entertaining the thought of ditching work tonight altogether until someone at the door disrupted his train of thought. Not so much a rarity was the occasional drunk from the street that would walk in. Naruto was already reaching for the bottle of gin underneath the counter in order to pour out the pitiful guys drink for the night, "Hold up for a second and don't sit anywhere! I ain't spending the rest of the night scrubbing down the... booth..." And then he finally looked up.
When was the last time a woman came through those doors that looked that decent and wasn't one of his friends? This must be what that silly fate stuff was. Not that he believed in it, but there had to be something good from being here and it might as well be this.
Suddenly the night didn't seem so boring, his hand sliding away from the alcohol altogether. In the back were his fellow coworkers who could care less about one lone customer. Suddenly tips didn't matter as much as hopping out from behind the counter and greeting the stranger was. He wasted no time approaching her, grabbing a menu and tucking it under his arm like a true steward. So what if he wasn't a waiter? He was a good actor. He could handle this all on his own.
"Hello, godsend. Welcome to Meromero. How may I pleasure your tongue this evening?"
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