001. | Action at L'Déplaisant
[Waver had been less than pleased to find out that his job in this town was to be a waiter. He had been a top student at the Clock Tower, a Master in the Holy Grail War, and now he was forced to take dinner orders and bus tables-- he was a bit out of his element here. Not only that, but he didn't have the foggiest clue about how a restaurant worked.]
[Should someone happen to drop by the restaurant in the afternoon, they would see him dressed in a white and black waiter's uniform, getting bossed around by the other members of the staff and preparing for the evening service. Watching his weak arms carrying around stacks of dishes would probably be entertainment enough for anyone, as would taking bets as to when he'd drop them.]
[At five o'clock that evening, the restaurant opened its doors for the evening service, and Waver would have to start his first shift of actual waitering. He doesn't at all look thrilled about it-- in fact, if it wouldn't lead to him getting droned, he would have never set foot in this restaurant.]
[Gentleman, place your bets.]
[Should someone happen to drop by the restaurant in the afternoon, they would see him dressed in a white and black waiter's uniform, getting bossed around by the other members of the staff and preparing for the evening service. Watching his weak arms carrying around stacks of dishes would probably be entertainment enough for anyone, as would taking bets as to when he'd drop them.]
[At five o'clock that evening, the restaurant opened its doors for the evening service, and Waver would have to start his first shift of actual waitering. He doesn't at all look thrilled about it-- in fact, if it wouldn't lead to him getting droned, he would have never set foot in this restaurant.]
[Gentleman, place your bets.]