Working Overtime

Mion was sitting at the empty bar, sitting in one of the many empty stools. She didnt understand why the manager made her work overtime. Nobody came into the bar this late anyway which was surprising. She sighed heavily, sorting her gloves and standing up again as a group of about 5 walked in and took a seat:

Mions outfit:

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Mion saw somebody else walk in but didnt quite pay attention to who it was. Tired and extremely irritable, she got the orders of the big group and handed it to another waitress. "You don't do any work as it is, let me get the small order for once," She muttered, thrusting the pad and pencil into the girls hands before walking over to Ryotas table. She put a hand on her hip and sighed. "Can i get you anything?"

She rolled her eyes, blowing away the smoke by waving her hand. "Yeah, i dont know what your 'regular' is, genius. Look, how about you save us both some time and just tell me what the hell you want. I've been here since 5AM and i'm really not in the mood for vague orders," She growled slightly. She couldve sworn she knew this guys voice, but then again a lot of the men that came here arrived on a daily basis. If she had some free time, and if she could stand another dull conversation, she would ask him for his name. Right now, she just wanted him to order so she wouldnt have to have another man gawking at her body.