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[quod_mutos]

WHO: Kisten, Jean-Claude, and anyone who might step into Guilty Pleasures. (Such as, oh, I don't know, Tommy, who works there, and Raito, who applied for a job, and Brittanny, who might be "applying" for a bouncer position. Yes, I'm pretty sure I typoed Brittanny.)
WHAT: Hiring new help, and simply a day on the job.
WHERE: Guilty Pleasures

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[need_for]

Tommy was leaning by the door, checking out new arrivals and scoping the club for trouble. Well, trouble and hot chicks, because trouble usually came to him. He was also daydreaming, a yawn catching in his throat every once in a while. He didn't like to be up this early, but it paid.

He blinked his eyes sleepily, rubbing the night out of them with a finger.

[kirathustra]

Raito, in his immaculate appearance and the careful, clean way that he carried himself, stood out immediately.

"Up-tight" wasn't the word. Not really. He looked too pleasant for that.

Maybe it was because he still felt a little lost, a little confused in the midst of this new culture that he appeared a bit stiff as he peered into the bar.

But the moment that he was actually inside, his posture relaxed into one that melded seamlessly into the situation. If anything, he was capable of assimilating.

Raito approached the man at the bar somewhat quietly, though his voice and the timbre of it was easily heard.

"Mr. Felps?"

[quod_mutos]

Kisten looked up and smiled from where he was checking the levels on various floats. "You must be Mr. Yagami," he said pleasantly, still keeping his enunciation high for the foreign boy. "Call me Kisten." He gestured broadly to the restaurant, obviously high-end and beautifully paneled. "And this? Is Guilty Pleasures. Anything you want, we can find. Delicate tastes, rare tastes, expensive tastes, it can be done." He gestured then to a man sitting at a desk in the back, running numbers. "That's my business partner, Jean-Claude. We've been running this place together for years. Take a seat."

He reached under the counter to grab a glass, and seamlessly flipped it upright on the bar. "What can I get you to drink, Mr. Yagami?"

[mortis_amor]

Jean-Claude had looked up both when the door opened and when Kisten said his name, offering a perfectly blank smile to the young man. "Welcome to Guilty Pleasures," he said smoothly, and then looked down at the papers in front of him. Though it appeared that he was completely engrossed in his work, he kept some of his attention on his business partner and the young Mr. Yagami.

[kirathustra]

The boy's eyes traveled from Kisten's face to the immaculate surface of the bar, the interior of the restaurant itself, and along the walls of the building. There was no hiding the fact that he was doubtlessly impressed, and unused to this style of decorating as opposed to the Japanese interiors that he'd been used to in his home country.

Raito lowered his lashes, looking back and forth, before he lifted his eyes and finally smiling, pushing some longer pieces of hair from his face, at both Kisten and Jean-Claude.

"It is very nice to finally meet you both." He gives an appreciative gesture with his hand that shows he is quite enamored with the bar and restaurant itself.

Upon being asked what he wanted, his smile only twitched wider, before fading into a more relaxed (but still pleasant) version.

"Water would be wonderful--please."