Cyborg on Duty (Yukimaru)

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Holy sweet mother Arithelia today was dead. Yuki was happy that he was finally getting bar shifts. Usually they are the highest earning position in the restaurant, since they will have their rail as well as being tipped out of every check that orders drinks. However today he wasn't making shit. He'll probably leave this shift with maybe 20 bucks in his pocket. Great.

So Yuki did what he always did when he was bored at work, he got on his phone. keeping the settings to have holograms turned off, He checked his messages. Couple of messages from coworkers asking about swapping shifts, a particular one was asking for "benefits" to their friendship but Yuki had no idea what she meant by that. He typed up a quick "I cant get you a raise or more hours" and kept going. No reply from his friend Hosokawa who moved to dagos long ago. he quickly typed in a :P to bump up the conversation, maybe he forgot to respond; Yuki was always doing that. After responding to the ones he felt like responding to, he looked up at the restaurant to double check their status. Nada. Looks like it's Social media time.

You would think that within the time since its boom the designers of these social media sites would find a way to fix "the scroll". You know it as the endless scrolling you have to go through to find something interesting. and after a good ten minutes of just endless scrolling and liking things, Yuki was about to give up when he heard the restaurant door open. He immediately pocketed his phone and went to the computer screen to look busy.Bar Bar Bar, Come one Come to the Bar Yuki repeated his prayer over and over, itching to make some money today. There was definitely a breath of relief when he heard the bar stool get a nice rump upon it.

Yuki turned to the newcomer and gave his usual first-time-guest greeting. "Welcome to Rosethorn Hall. Interested in trying out our Specialty.." Yuki paused for a half second and looked at the person in front of him, Male, Uniform, okay. "Old Amber Ale?" the pause wasn't noticeable, only long enough for Yuki's eyes to glance up and down. Similar to how one can quickly size up an opponent. And every customer was an opponent, a foe in the game of "give me your money".

Unfortunately as the guest spoke it was apparent that he wasn't here for pleasure. Apparently he was a police guy, he spoke about an incident that happened not too long ago. But... "What incident?" Yuki said with a tilt of his head. In all honesty he had no idea what incident he could possibly be talking about. But surely he must be forgetting something. "I'm the Owners' Son so I might be able to help without getting my parents from the office."

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Notes: Sorry for the wait!
Samuel

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[PTab=Post]Yuki adjusted the super baggy sleeves of his Mythic-themed uniform, rolling them up past his elbows as the copper spoke. The uniform was annoying at times, but the medieval style gave him and all the female servers chances to show off their chests with the loose and low cut shirts. And While he didn’t get the whole “flirting” thing, he did know that girls tended to tip him higher the lower his collar was.

“Hmmm…..” Yuki hummed, placing his hand below his chin as he thought. It took a sec to process exactly what Mr. Popo was referring to. Magi racism in this restaurant…. Violence. Wait a sec.. Yuki hit the palm of his hand with his fist as he let out a “Oh I remember!”

“Yeah, no, the guy was a total douche-nozzle.” Yuki said casually, he clearly wasn’t thinking about any repercussions of his tone or words from now on. Why would he? He clearly was not in the wrong; his parents even gave him a 50¢ raise for kicking out the douche-nozzle. “So this guy, he ate here with his family, wasn’t a big deal. And after I was serving a magi customer, I walked over to him to give him his check.”

Yuki placed his elbows on the rail, getting nice and comfy as he spoke to the Five-O. “So I give him his check, and he grunts like something’s up. So naturally I’m like ’Is there something wrong?’. You know, doing my job trying to make my guests happy. And this guy goes all like.” His voice drops to imitate the man rather poorly. "’Yea there’s something wrong. Why do you let that Thing in here?’ So naturally I’m like ‘Woah woah buddy, this is a safe space for all races.’. And so this guy gets a good idea to threaten calling the health department thinking we have like animal hair in the food or something. And then. AND THEN! He tries to be all high and mighty like ’I wanna talk to your manager!’. “

He was interrupted by the ticket machine going off; apparently there was at least one person in the place that was ordering a drink. “One sec,” he said, waling over and pulling the ticket. He read the drink he needed to make and walked back over to the gumshoe. “So, at this point” He said, picking up where he left off as he made the drink. “I’m downright pissed at the guy. You don’t come into my restaurant and start insulting my food, my employees, and my guests like that…” At this point, another server had walked over, waiting for Yuki to give her the drink she just put in for her guest. However, she had overheard the last sentence and decided to blurt out her own two cents. ”Yuki You’re always doing that! You’re the owners’ son not the owner. This isn’t your place.”

Yuki frowned and placed the drink on the counter. “Shut up Alysa, I’m talking to The Man right now. The guy from last week called the cops apparently. Take your drink and go away.” Yuki spoke in a playful tone, literally shooing the server away with his hand. However, Alysa clearly understood the gravity of the situation. Her eyes widened as she mumbled a ”oh shit. I’ma.. just go..” and left.

“Hmm… Where was I?” Yuki paused as he tried to remember, unless reminded, it would take about a minute for him to go “Oh that’s right! I was pissed!” And then continuing. “So. Naturally, people like this only respond to very dramatic show off things of power. So I totally flipped the table!. No joke, full on Flipped the table with the few glasses that remained on the table too. The guy didn’t get hurt. But he definitely left in a hurry.” He spoke as though he was truly proud of himself. That’s because he was. It was his fantasy to flip a table on a rude customer and for once he was actually able to do it. Glorious! Sure, he didn’t tell about the part where yuki Litterally threw the guy out of the restaurant. But hey. No need to go into that detail. Yuki wasn’t THAT much of a moron.

Okay, he just forgot about that tidbit. Shh. Just roll with it.

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Notes: Woo that's a lot of blue. Legit. I wanted to find every name I could possibly use for a police guy and use it in one post. My favourite one was "Mr. Popo" POPO GONNA TEACH YOU THE PECKING ORDER B*TCH!!
Samuel

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“Nice to meetcha Sammy!” he said with a big smile extending his hand for a hearty handshake. “I could tell you were a cool guy. Not many cops would be cool enough to sit at the bar.” Yuki was always doing that, instantly giving people nicknames whether they liked it or not. For yuki, it was a signature of friendship. If he gave you a nickname, it meant he liked you. Granted, he had one himself that he was not fond of. Double Standard? Yes. Did he care or recognize it? Nope.

“Let me get you something for your trouble.” He said, smiling and walking backwards towards his well. “First drink’s on me. What’cha say?” Yukimaru didn’t really give him a chance to answer since he was already making the drink. He chose something not too expensive, just a tall glass of the Cider. He remembered he said no to the Amber ale, so perhaps a cider was up his ally. Besides, Yuki wasn’t a fan of ale. So if he denied it, he’d be able to drink the cider himself.

He slid the drink in front of Sam and gave a smile. Yes, he did know that he gave him no choice. And it would be rude to turn down a gift, wouldn’t it? A point he would be sure to bring up if Sammy tried to deny his charity.

The ticket printer started to go off, Yukimaru’s queue to get back to work for a little bit. “One sec man.” He said grabbing his hand towel from behind him and whipping off his hands. “Take a look at the menu while I’m making these drinks. We have some good food dude, shouldn’t leave without trying something.”

The place was relatively quiet, only one other person had come in since Sammy arrived. The only noise was the clanking of glasses from Yuki. You could actually hear the music in the background, definitely a stylized approach to that medieval Mythic music. But it definitely fit the mood. I mean, the bartender was wearing a worn leather vest, a loose cotton shirt, and high boots, for gods’ sake.

Yuki returned a bit later and returned to his nonchalant leaning position against the rail. “See anything you like?” he asked, ready to take his order. If he was given one he would put it immediately put it into the computer before continuing. “So You said Your uncle was quote unquote “The man?” I thought that was any sort of government person. Like cops too.”

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Notes: YES. I'M SLOW. I KNOW. I'M SORRY. OTL
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