[OPEN] (Yay for something cheerful)

[inthejunk]

Who:Anyone and everyone. Barflies, musicians, employees, friends, people looking for a public toilet, whoever!
When:Tonight
Where:The Cat's Eye (Bar & Bistro, hold the gourmet)
Summary:It's Tuesday Night Music Club, guys. Musicians, poets, fire dancers, and all other performers welcome. Make your own threads if you want, threadjack stuff, mix and mingle. This is a party log.
Warnings:That's up to you cats and kittens. Yosuke will be behaving himself, (yes he's done being depressing over dead friends now) but that doesn't mean everyone else has to!

Prose or [action] are both fine!



[The Cat's Eye finally has regular hours, and with the regular hours come special events. Yosuke usually turns the OPEN sign on bright and early on Saturdays, but Tuesdays the hours don't start until after he gets out of class. The sandwich board out front advertises an open mic night, acoustic sets given preference this week. But if a metal band happens to show, they'll still be given a slot.

It's just an experiment, to try and help get the restaurant back in shape again. Wells and drafts are half price, and so are the house wines. Black coffee is free with the purchase of an appetizer or dessert. And there's a handful of fragrant new teas to try. It's a promising set up for a good time, and the best performance of the night gets a comped bar tab and dinner for two on Saturday. Plus, there's an angel girl in a cute frill apron tending bar. How could anyone resist?]

Comments

[inthejunk]

[Considering Yosuke's essentially asking Allen to cover for a hangover, he wouldn't hold a no against the guy. But he's relieved as hell to get the yes, anyway. It turns out that alcohol can actually kill you, and it's not much fun to recover from an almost. He doesn't feel like getting up to clap Allen on the shoulder, so instead he gives the dude's shoe a friendly pat.]

It's usually stuff like changing the beer barrels. Teito used to do it, but uh...

[debtor]

[He's a helper. And he kind of moves his foot back once Yosuke's done patting it...]

Teito...? [Not a name he recognizes.]

Nill can show me how to do it, right? [And he maintains a smile, despite his stomach dropping at the prospect of dealing with entire barrels of beer. Gross.]

[inthejunk]

[Whoops, Walker-kun must be one of those guys that doesn't like to be touched. That's probably good, since he forgot to explain about Kevin anyway.]

Hmm...I think it might be too heavy for her. If something taps out, come find me. I won't be gone too long, anyway.

[debtor]

[Nah, he just thinks petting his shoe is a little bizarre.]

I would only need instructions.

You should take all the time you want, Hanamura. You're not even well enough to stand.

[inthejunk]

I was standing!

[Oh, crap. Objecting hurts, and he ends up cradling his head in his hands again. Besides, Allen has a point. It wasn't even 5 minutes before standing was too much for him. He probably shouldn't have come to work tonight. Oof.]

Ugh. Alright, if it happens, come tell me and I'll explain. Or maybe I'll show Nill. Er. I mean, she'll know. Ah-sorry. My head. It's not so good tonight. If you have any questions, tell Nill to ask me. She has my direct line.

[debtor]

...Would you like me to help you to the break room?

[Do you... do you need him to carry you... There aren't any customers right now, he can spare a minute.]

[inthejunk]

[Wow, don't you dare. A man has to have his pride okay. Jeez.]

What? No. I'm fine.

[You can see that pressing on his face really hard keeps his eyeballs from oozing out, dude. Obviously he has the situation in hand.]

[debtor]

[COME ON probably hardly anyone will see.]

You obviously aren't! You shouldn't remain on the floor like this!

[inthejunk]

...Five more minutes.

[He sounds like a petulant kid, and really he pretty much is. But dude this is so humiliating.]

[debtor]

...Five more.

[He's holding you to that! He will drag you to that break room if he must. It's in bad form to let his boss loll around on the floor in front of their patrons.

But he can turn his attention back to work for a few minutes in the meantime- a customer might need his help or something.]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke takes advantage of that to crawl behind the pedestal and kind of hide back there. Yep, this is totally professional.]

[debtor]

[FIVE-ISH MINUTES LATER:]

...Hanamura?

[Are you doing alright down there.]

[inthejunk]

Uh? Hmmn?

[He might have dozed off a little for a moment there. But after a few seconds of dazed staring, Allen's presence makes something click in Yosuke's mind. Slowly, and still a bit gingerly, he gets to his feet again.]

Right...just gonna...break room.

[Yeah, he seems like he'll survive. He even gives Allen a small smile while he leans against the podium for a moment.]

Come get me if anything...y'know. For things.

[debtor]

[Hovering around him!! Ready to help him over there if he can't walk properly on his own...]

Mm. Come on, you need to rest.

[inthejunk]

[He does grab an arm for balance, now that he's half asleep. It's taking a lot of effort just to focus on the idea of getting to the break room to lie down.

It's not so bad for the podium to be unoccupied for a minute, but he still would have objected if he was just a little more with it at the moment. Instead, he's just glad that he hired a nice guy to be the host. This would suck way worse if people were being jerks about it.]

Okay...

[debtor]

[The podium can wait!

He'd ask Yosuke what really happened to him to make him this sick, but the guy just needs to sleep for now. So he'll provide support until they arrive at the break room.]

Here...

[inthejunk]

[Hey, he told you the truth dude. He just left out the part about EMTs and doctors being involved.

They're probably both pretty grateful to see the break room. Yosuke throws a hand over the light switch so Allen won't get any ideas about turning it on, and gives the guy a grateful smile.]

Thanks. I can handle it from here. It's just the first few steps that were giving me trouble, you know?