R&B - WIP

Scene II

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"Romeo's? My, who knew you were such a romantic!" The woman with strawberry blonde hair hummed, sipping her red wine. A steak dinner was placed between her and her familiar date by a waiter, blocking Bekkett's view for a moment. The purple-haired man flashed an award-winning smile at the woman, making her giggle into the palm of her hand. Her sparkling blue dress glistened under the crystal ceiling lights, her dark wavy hair dressed neatly in a bun. Her silver heels bounced underneath the table in anticipation. 

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As Bekkett looked at the two, he finally recognized the customer. It was the guy from the cafe. He pondered in his head about the guy he's ran into twice now. He did so as he cleared off another table, he couldn't help but overhear the two, even though he didn't really want to hear them.

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"My suit? Of course I'd dress up to meet a lovely woman like yourself." The woman melted at his words, her eyes oogling him up and down. Her hands clasped against her cheeks as she gushed over him. Bekk couldn't help but roll his eyes at how excessive it was.

"You're such a charmer~" She practically purred, completely ignoring the delicious dinner his friend just prepared from the two of them. Remus leaned over the clothed table, taking hold of her chin. He stroked it seductively, whispering something. Bekkett couldn't make out any of it- or cared to. Something about going back to his place he assumed.

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Bekkett let out a sigh of relief as he saw his shift at the restaurant was over. 'Thank god' he thought to himself. He couldn't stand watching this flirting.

He swiftly strode out of the restaurant and eventually got to the Lounge and Bar he worked at. He went to the washroom to change into his new workplace attire. He was required to wear a slim fit, practically skin-tight work uniform. As he exited the washroom, he went over to the bar to see if he should be preparing drinks or serving them to the customers.

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As expected, the nightlife in Osaka was bustling on a Friday night. The bar was packed with wealthy business men, pretty hostesses, and more. Not a day went by in the izakaya were *something* wasn't happening.

As Bekkett cleaned after the many sloppy drunks that came and went, the front door busted open and in walked the purple-haired man, yet again.

This time he was alone. His sheer shirt was disheveled, and he didn't bother to fix himself up. He shoved a man out of the way, sitting in a bar stool. His hair which was usually tied back rested against his collarbones. His neck was littered with lipstick...

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Bekkett wasn't thrilled to see the purple-haired man again, but he didn't mind seeing a familiar face. Especially when his boss at this place made him feel so uncomfortable. He went behind the bar and began making drinks for the people sitting around.

He walked around quietly and dropped off the drinks at the tables that requested them. He then went behind the bar once again and began cleaning out some glasses while taking the orders of other customers.

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Remus raised a gloved hand up, signalling the bartender. He downed a few shots of sake, slamming the glasses down on the table. Whilst doing so, Rantaro came out of his hobbit hole of a backroom, inviting his way into his customer's conversations. He made his way to the center where Bekkett was waiting tables...

"Bekkett, my faavorite employee!" He was clearly drunk, his speech slurred as he swung an arm around his neck. "How's my little buddy doing?" He asked, everyone around them in the packed bar paying no mind to them.