Capri Restaurant Open Log

[of_frell]

Who: Ella, Kazuma, and ANYONE EVER = Employees &/OR Customers. Come on down :D
When: Between 2PM and 2AM
Where: The Capri
Summary: The Capri is open 2p-2a, come socialize, order drinks and food, make fun of the tiny Kazuma-waiter! :D
Warnings: Probably nothing much? Oh, and action or prose style is fine! :3

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[kazumaking]

"Oww..." Kazuma groaned as he headed in to start his shift, already in his uniform and apron. He was rubbing his back, grumbling to himself. He was hoping for a slow day, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to get his wish.

[of_frell]

Ella glanced over her shoulder at the groan of pain, "Hey Kazuma - are you all right?" Well generally when someone groaned in pain they weren't, but with this kid, you never know!

[kazumaking]

"Hm? ... oh, Ella-san..." Kazuma muttered, a little distracted. "Ah... it's nothing. I just slept funny."

And wound up going against an opponent in sparing that threw him around like a ragdoll, but like hell he was going to admit that part out loud to some one who already worried needlessly over him.

[of_frell]

"Slept funny, huh?" Ella smiled sympathetically, "Think you can manage carrying a few things, or do you need to take it easy for a bit? It's not too busy right now, I don't think anyone would mind."

[eyesmiles]

[Bet you're thirsty, huh? Well, there seems to be someone tending bar this afternoon, lazily cleaning out glasses behind the counter. Try bothering him.]

[of_frell]

[ And inevitably, though Ella never really worked near the bar too often, she made her way over if only to see how things were going with fellow co-workers. ]

Slow day today?

[eyesmiles]

It's slower in the afternoons. [smiling, humming.] Better to get my side-work done now, before the evening rush.

[of_frell]

That's true, and it being the weekend, we're probably going to get the real rush in a few hours from now.

[dresden4hire]

Harry was at the Capri later in the evening, just before the Sirens might go off. While the food and drinks were probably pretty good, he was here for another reason.

There was no way in hell he was going to let Ella walk home by herself after her shift. Never mind the fact that she had obviously done it more than once by herself with no problem. That kind of logic had no bearing on Harry's thought processes. And yes, she would probably get suspicious the third or fourth night in a row he "conveniently" ended up in the Capri after her shift, he was still going to do it. At least until he could help her without some options to protect herself.

[of_frell]

Perhaps the best part of working a twelve hour shift was being able to look at herself in the mirror and saying, 'Wake up, Ella.' whenever she was feeling tired.

During yet another round of tables, pitcher of water in hand, she just so happened to stop by Harry's, "Need a refill on your -" Waait. "Harry?!" She laughed, "Sorry, I didn't expect to see you here this late."

[dresden4hire]

"Well, I'm not exactly a master chef and I had a late night craving for some food," he said, all of which was technically true. "Then I remembered I know both how late this place is open and where it is so- here I am."

[of_frell]

Chuckling at that, Ella placed a menu on the table for him. "Well far be it for me to stop you. Though your late night cravings have expensive tastes."

And she collected the glass on the table there to fill it with more water even though it was probably only a quarter empty. "Do you want any breadsticks?"

[ebony_mask]

[Black Mask is in his J. Claude, manager and proprietor, disguise; a little putty, makeup, and voice modulation go a long way. He makes his rounds from the kitchen, to the lounge, to the restaurant and bar, checking to make sure business is flowing smoothly, making sure important customers have extra attention, and making himself available to his employees.]

[of_frell]

[ And Ella is on the way towards the kitchen now, to get a refill on the pitcher of water with ice. ]

Good afternoon, Mr. Claude. How are you today?

[ebony_mask]

[Ah, Ella. He smiles inwardly. She can filter him away from her Network posts as much as she wants; he'll still have her in his life. He loved how well things worked out when a little careful planning.

The putty and makeup make it difficult to project dramatic emotion, but the persona is largely stoic anyway. He manages a polite, friendly smile.]

Hello, Ella. I'm doing well, thank you. Yourself?

[of_frell]

[ /sob. Well largely she suspected filtering her posts would only make him suspicious, and she can't have that. ]

Oh, I'm doing... pretty well. [ Aside from the CRUSHING GUILT of lying to her friends and concerned people. ] I can't thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to work here.

It's a lovely place.

[chaos_bound]

Vincent had wanted to discreetly retrieve a bit of food for Lucrecia so that she could recover with something decent to eat. Of course, foreign food wouldn't provide her with all the comforts of home, but it was better than a few sandwiches and crackers paired with bottled water. But no, somehow he ended up here with her on his arm, sighing to himself under his breath at the absurd thought that he was attempting to play the part of an average person.

[apologiste]

Lucrecia inwardly sighed at Vincent's rigidity as he helped her to a table. Despite his apparent stoicism, he had never been skilled with hiding how he really felt about something, and his discomfort with this situation was obvious.

"You know," she murmured, "if you're only enduring this for me, we don't have to be here."

[chaos_bound]

"I'm not, Lucrecia. I'm just...concerned." he responded, keeping her on his arm as he pulled a chair out for her. "You're still recovering."

[apologiste]

She slipped into the seat gracefully, folding her legs in a much more natural way than she had recently been able to accomplish. The Jenova cells had done their work.

"I'll be fine," she said, looking around for a menu. "You know I'll be fine."