Realistic or Modern Butler Cafe!

[Broken-Angel]

Sebastian cleared his throat, letting go of Night. He straighten out his outfit and fixed his neon green tie. Clamping a hand on Night's shoulder he replied,"..you did a good job. Not bad for your first actual try". Sebastian walked past him and towards the back. He needed to get his head back on before he went back to waiting on people.


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[Fate]

(Flaming homosexuals xD )


Night frowned and followed Sebastian. He gave him the puppy dog eyes and pouted. 
(Im gonna go for tonight.)

 

[Broken-Angel]

(Same)


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[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

By the Cafe as so it was said.. as everyone went on with their business..


The girls of the cafe would only watch with caution, but giggle everytime a certain young man would glare over his shoulder, catching them looking at him as he waited on one table. "..That will be all then?" his voice was dark, and deep, nearly sinister as if it belonged to an evil villain. His hair was jet black down with long bangs, he had the aura of a black rose prince, or somehow, someone utterly meaner or darker than that.


Like he was a hazard. To everyone around him. And his tie says it all, it looked it was dipped in dark royal to navy blue.


Turning around, he walked passed the tables, an extremely handsome face, but with a constant glare if he didn't have his usual unreadable face. Tilting his head as he looked down on his notebook with the orders. His collar was open and a bit undone at the buttons but it wasn't distasteful, he looked like the type to go and crack off the rules. The type to isolate himself, and the type people were afraid of.


Sire Von Hazard.


That's his name right there.. and his name says it all. His dark, melting, navy sapphire to near teal illusionary blue eyes of oceania, shifted to the ones who were going to get the piece of paper he gave and send it over to the chiefs at the kitchen area. Cracking his knuckles slightly as he huffed, he fixed his sleeves as he stood there, waiting for someone to call for him while also waiting on the orders he was assigned to deliver. His white skin, just contrasted with his hair, yet his lips were reddened as if they bled, he looked like a man not suited in this environment, yet he was here. But what for? No one knows... Sire wasn't ever the type to talk.


Barely anyone approaches him anyway.


As he turned around to lean his back to the counter, his eyes shifted around making some girls squeal or squeak, hiding in their menus with blushes everywhere, even some men too, but he didn't keep an eye. He wasn't so..........interested.

 

[WhimsicalWriter]

After Night and Sebastian had went to the back, Lucas decided that he had better get back to work. He turned just in time to see some orders coming in. He glanced over them once and nodded to himself. Moving with practiced ease, he set his attention to cooking and baking. Once the food was ready and plated he set it down on the counter.


"You're as popular as ever, Sire." Lucas commented lightly after a quick glance around. Instead of being off put by the other's expression, he gave him a warm smile. Even if he didn't get a response Lucas felt it was only kind to do so. "Here are the orders. I hope you're having a good day?"

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"...More of frightened nor popularized..." He gave a sigh, but it was unclear if it as due to being tired or something else. He took the orders as he looked at it, then looked at him with his ghostly eyes. "...Define a good day." he said in monotone. "...It is the same as always...I do hope though, that yours has a whole new pot of good tea." again with his metaphorical habit of speaking. He only bowed his head to Lucas, and turned to give out the orders back onto the table, taking someone's tip with a nod of acceptance and walked back. Putting the tip into the glass box of tips for everyone else.


He wasn't the kind to just take a tip, he didn't like tipping, sometimes he thought it was just divided amongst them whether personally given or not, unless you hide the fact you are tipped, then that's when you really keep the tip given to you.

 

[WhimsicalWriter]

"Thank you." Lucas responded to the metaphor, as though the other's way of speaking didn't matter to him. He waited until Sire returned before speaking again. "If people really felt that way about you they would never come to this cafe. See, they even liked you enough to give you a tip. Good job." He praised.

 

[Broken-Angel]

Sebastian sighed once he was in the break room. He rubbed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. He was annoyed at himself for losing his composure, even if it was for a minute. Sebastian knew better than to let things like that slip, especially in front of customers. He sat down in a chair and rested his head in his hands. Well it seems Lucas now knows, and if he does, there's no telling who else does as well.


At the sounds of movement, Sebastian opened his eyes and seen Night's dark blues looking into his amber ones. He jerked back slightly and cleared his throat. "Hey pup, uhm...about what happened out there..". He was searching for the right words to say. He didn't want to frighten Night off by revealing how he felt. He knew all to well how that could ruin a friendship


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[Fate]

Night tilted his head curiously. "Yes, Sebastian?" He gave him the puppy dogs eyes for the third time and pouted.

 

[Broken-Angel]

"First off, stop looking at me like that. It's very distracting and doesn't help my situation much". Sebastian took in a deep breath,"..you know what? I think I'll save it for after work. Less embarrassing this way". He stood and laid a hand on Night's shoulder,"..ready to go back to swooning the ladies like handsome thing you are". Sebastian gave a light chuckle to try to break up the awkwardness.


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[Fate]

Night raised an eyebrow. "No, tell me now. Or I will steal your finger too." He stuck his tongue out and busted out laughing.

 

[Broken-Angel]

"Oh? Trying to steal my technique huh? I hate to burst your bubble but I don't crack that easy. You want information out of me? You're gonna have to better than that". He gave him one of his smiles and a wink before heading back into the kitchen.


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[Fate]

Night sighed and followed Sebastian. He walked around and served customers using the simple "You are very beautiful, my lady" and the "What would a cute woman like you request today?" After serving several customers he sat down in the break room. "That was so much work..."

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

He looked at Lucas for a moment, as if to analyze him, or was he annoyed? Not so clear, he was always obscure. By now, of course, Lucas was working with him for a long shot, he was used to how he speaks. "Tips weren't for me." he said as he tapped to the box. "...I don't like being selfish on these terms.." he explained... in his own way, he wanted everyone to share and have money too. It's not like he has a lot and didn't need any. But that's how Sire is.


For a moment he seems to be a bit comfortable now, of course, Lucas was an old-coworker after all. "Fancy, the ladies over the back seems to be your new stalker fans." he huffed as he raised his brow, shifting through the order papers he had and placed it down the counter, sliding it to him as his eyes shifted at him. "..Careful....you might end up having a package up your jack in the box." ..he smirked teasingly. Which he rarely does.


But like it was said.. everyone's quite nice and friendly..only if you know how to talk to them.. or actually even bothered.

 

[WhimsicalWriter]

"That's kind of you." Lucas stated about the tips. Having worked with Sire for a little while he had become accustomed to the butler's speech mannerisms. He wasn't perfect at it yet--every now and then he did have to think first before understanding--but it was almost fun to figure it out, in a way.


"Fans?" He questioned, and a small blush rose to his face at Sire's smirk and comment. He glanced down at the orders, wanting to have somewhere else to look. Although he knew it was just a tease he couldn't help but get slightly embarrassed."I didn't realize anyone even noticed chefs. But, ah, thanks for the warning."

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

He raised his brow and suddenly hit his fist beside the papers, but not as forceful and loud to get anyone's attention, he leaned closer to him with the look of Are you serious, bro? and scanned his eyes. "....Chefs make the food, and they are also one of the reasons, or the main hooks to why we got customers...That's why they're also named Cooks." he explained, he was used to his modesty, but he disliked the fact he thought no one noticed them. "...Chefs are very important in this staff, without them, the cafe's a useless host place... So yes.... they do notice chefs." he took one cupcake from the plate he had placed there for an order as he bit it while intensely looking at him with a straight face. He chewed it with his mouth closed of course and turned around to walk away. "I ordered this, don't worry I'll pay, it's my lunch break now."


And that's how short his conversations get, because he wasn't used to socializing, but everyone knew whatever what Sire's words are, are meaning of truth. He was just that way.

 

[WhimsicalWriter]

Lucas could only listen, meeting Sire's gaze. He was amazed by the other's intensity, both in expression and words. Being told that he was so valuable sent a pleasant note thrumming in his chest. Before he knew it he was smiling again, grateful and happy.


"I probably would have never thought of that if you hadn't told me. Thank you for pointing it out to me." Lucas said. "Oh, and I hope you enjoy the cupcake."

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Sire only waved at him as he made his way to the back of the cafe... Sire knew the feeling, the feeling of not being appreciated, seen, acknowledged or even noticed. And he just knew what were the right words to say, even if no one told that to himself before. It made him secretly smile, as he ate his cupcake, opening the back door to the brick alley way. And sighing, throwing the wrapped off as his ruffled through his pockets for his smoke and lighter... swallowing the last bit of the cupcake, his bangs covered one eye as he searched for it.


He suddenly winced and gripped to his chest, coughing slightly... he was thinking of cutting down smoking..


...Was.

 

[Broken-Angel]

As Sebastian was coming in, he seen Sire going out. He looked over at Lucas,"..so he made it in today? How's he been so far? Riddle talking in sure". He chuckled lightly and smiled,"..I'll never understand what he says half the time". Sebastian was still smiling but he stopped and gave Lucas a serious look.


"Hey about what happened earlier with Night...you uhh, aren't going to say anything to anyone are you?". For the first time in he didn't know his many years, Sebastian was nervous. There wasn't any rules against dating a coworker but he also didn't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.


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[WhimsicalWriter]

"Sire is doing well." Lucas responded, before shaking his head. "No, of course not. I promise not to tell anyone unless you want me to." It was their business, not his, so he didn't have any right to be talking about it.

 

[Broken-Angel]

Sebastian smiled brightly,"..thanks Lucas, you're the best". He clamped a hand on the other male's shoulder. "I knew I could count on you. Mind you I was a little nervous at first but thanks man, really", Sebastian gave him another bright smile and he walking into the dining area and went back to serving the lovely ladies of the café.


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[Clock]

Valentine entered the scene late, as always. In fact, he was still fixing his tie as he walked through the alley. As per usual, the boy appeared to be in no rush to reach the cafe. But contrary to the usual, his appearance was slightly off. The generally well dressed son of an esteemed politician arrived looking visibly distressed. Black circles, slightly tousled hair, pale skin. A narcissist like him, who took the task of brushing hair so seriously wasn't expected to look like this. And it was all thanks to a crying baby. Did Iris have to give birth? As if a niece and nephew weren't enough, another had to come along and ruin Valentine's beauty sleep. And he didn't have to come to this cafe. But he did come. For one damn person. I'm too nice. Nice people never get far.


Giving up on the tie with distaste, he was about to enter when he finally caught sight of Sire, one of the butlers. One of the sick butlers. Valentine paused, tilting his head slightly. Smoking can't be good for his health. Somebody should help him stop. "Hey, has Sei arrived yet?" whoops, it wouldn't be him.


@Ashen Ashes of Eve

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Sire took in a long drag and puffed smoke out as he lifted his head... staring at the sky blankly.... when he heard a familiar voice. The calculations in his mind told him that it was Valen. The man that comes here for especially one person.


His eyes shifted to him ...his head still tilted back . "I didn't see him ...but with the amount of women in there. I assume he is present." He said flatly..leaning his back against the brick wall. Thenl lit end of his cigarette just dripped with its ambers.

 

[Mituna Captor]

Sei had pushed his way past the swarm of females with a smile on his face, desperate to get away from them.


"Now now!" He had shouted over them.


"This is a Cafe, a quiet and orderly Cafe, and as you all know I am already romantically engaged. Honestly." His head turned and he remembered the full packet of cigarettes in his pocket.


"Surely for five minutes... They won't know I'm gone..." And with that, Sei straightened his pale pink tie and slipped out of the front door, ending up face to face with a certain blonde man. His lover stroke friend.


He smirked softly and edged past Valentine.


"I didn't come out here to smoke? Smoke? I don't even smoke." He laughed to himself, a lot like his father, Sei smoked a lot, but only when he was alone. He wasn't now, so he wouldn't.


"I know you don't like it, so I won't do it..." He said, Gazing into Valentine's blue hues.


God he was handsome.


"Coming in? I was also coming to see where you were to be honest. A little late aren't you?"


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[Broken-Angel]

Getting a bit over whelmed, Sebastian took a deep breath and told Lucas that he was going to step into the break room. On his way, he spotted Night and seen him getting the hang of things much better than this morning. He smiled at him and have him a small nod as he walked on to the back. Once he was away from all the hustle and bustle, Sebastian sat down in one of the chairs and tilted his head back. He closed his eyes and sighed. He enjoyed his job for the most part. Waiting on beautiful woman and having them coo and awe over him. But deep down, his chest felt hollow over the whole thing. What he did on a daily basis was just a means to make money. Those compliments and sweet sayings, were nothing but lines blurted out so that he had a way to keep a roof over his head. Maybe this was all he'd ever have? Thinking this, Sebastian took in another deep breath and leaned further back into the chair.