November 8th Tues. -- Sometime after school
Just as Kasai handed off a pile of freshly cleaned dishes, another dirty stack was added to the endless pile. Kasai stared distastefully at the pile before taking a few cups off the top and beginning to wash them. The work was tedious, but it was expected from a place like this.
Being an izakaya, both beer and food were served here. You bought a room (well not really a room, just an area around a table with three thin bamboo walls that blocked out the other tables, and the only area not blocked by a wall was used for the server to bring them their orders) which is routinely supplied with crates of bottled liquor and plates of sushi, sashimi, and other appetizers. You then ordered food, special liquors, or other drinks (such as coffee) that your server would then go prepare for you. It was basically a bar that served food. However, this izakaya was set up so that kids younger than 20 wouldn't be banned from eating. You could buy rooms that the crates wouldn't be brought into for the underage kids and it was just like eating at a restaurant. With teenagers free to attend, the place was always busy.
Coming from a rich family, it was odd that Kasai had a job at all. The only reason he had gotten one was that his father had a personal conference with the Headmaster requesting Kasai be allowed to work only because his father wanted to put discipline in him to prevent him from becoming like his deadbeat brother. The Headmaster agreed, and Kasai was happy that he would be getting money. That is until his father picked out where he was to work at.
Kasai worked as a dishwasher here. He didn't like the work at all. Not only was the work messy (and greasy), but the co-workers he had to wash dishes with could barely speak Japanese. Not that it would matter if they could speak it, they were just so far from proper Japanese that it sounded foreign itself. Those guys spent pretty much their whole day washing dishes here and speaking with each other about stuff that Kasai could never quite catch the subject of and ignoring Kasai altogether.
There were times when the boss would put Kasai out on the floor as a server. This would only happen once in a rare moment since underage servers were not allowed because they had to handle alcohol. Kasai liked being a server. The only hard part was carrying the crates around and ignoring the comments from the drunk customers, but as long as he was away from the foreigners washing dishes, he was happy.
That's why Kasai was surprised when he heard the boss calling for him. Apparently someone didn't come in and Kasai was to fill in as a server for the rest of the night. He quickly ditched the rubber gloves, pulled the headband out of his hair, and headed towards the kitchen's exit.
((OOC: Sorry about the post being so late. I was actually waiting for a plot development post, but since someone's gone at the moment, I have to wait on it. All the content in this post was okayed by the moderator. Post is opened to all. Oh and I changed Kasai's journal layout a bit too =^-^=))
Being an izakaya, both beer and food were served here. You bought a room (well not really a room, just an area around a table with three thin bamboo walls that blocked out the other tables, and the only area not blocked by a wall was used for the server to bring them their orders) which is routinely supplied with crates of bottled liquor and plates of sushi, sashimi, and other appetizers. You then ordered food, special liquors, or other drinks (such as coffee) that your server would then go prepare for you. It was basically a bar that served food. However, this izakaya was set up so that kids younger than 20 wouldn't be banned from eating. You could buy rooms that the crates wouldn't be brought into for the underage kids and it was just like eating at a restaurant. With teenagers free to attend, the place was always busy.
Coming from a rich family, it was odd that Kasai had a job at all. The only reason he had gotten one was that his father had a personal conference with the Headmaster requesting Kasai be allowed to work only because his father wanted to put discipline in him to prevent him from becoming like his deadbeat brother. The Headmaster agreed, and Kasai was happy that he would be getting money. That is until his father picked out where he was to work at.
Kasai worked as a dishwasher here. He didn't like the work at all. Not only was the work messy (and greasy), but the co-workers he had to wash dishes with could barely speak Japanese. Not that it would matter if they could speak it, they were just so far from proper Japanese that it sounded foreign itself. Those guys spent pretty much their whole day washing dishes here and speaking with each other about stuff that Kasai could never quite catch the subject of and ignoring Kasai altogether.
There were times when the boss would put Kasai out on the floor as a server. This would only happen once in a rare moment since underage servers were not allowed because they had to handle alcohol. Kasai liked being a server. The only hard part was carrying the crates around and ignoring the comments from the drunk customers, but as long as he was away from the foreigners washing dishes, he was happy.
That's why Kasai was surprised when he heard the boss calling for him. Apparently someone didn't come in and Kasai was to fill in as a server for the rest of the night. He quickly ditched the rubber gloves, pulled the headband out of his hair, and headed towards the kitchen's exit.
((OOC: Sorry about the post being so late. I was actually waiting for a plot development post, but since someone's gone at the moment, I have to wait on it. All the content in this post was okayed by the moderator. Post is opened to all. Oh and I changed Kasai's journal layout a bit too =^-^=))