OPEN RP POST⇒ MAID/BUTLER CAFE

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♦ You are suddenly in a Maid/Butler cafe!
♦ You are either serving as a maid or butler or you can be the customer instead! (Indicate in subject title please)
♦ If you're a customer enjoy the service! Harass Chat with the workers!
♦ If you're a maid or butler you have to call your customer 'Master' or 'Mistress' at least once.
♦ Then you can punch deal with rude customers in any way you wish!
♦ The food and drinks are awesome.
♦ Uniforms are required, no exceptions.
♦ HAVE FUN

Comments

CUSTOMER

[crazy_about_it]

Where's the bar?

[psychometer]

Actually, we do have a bar here, it just so happens.

And if you give me a minute, I'll learn how to mix a mean drink in a snap! [Lol 17 year old girl in butler outfit instead]

[crazy_about_it]

[Really not what he was expecting...]

Uh, okay.

[psychometer]

What kinda drink would you like?

[crazy_about_it]

Whiskey.

Aren't you kinda young to be working a bar?

[psychometer]

On the rocks or not?

Yeah, you'd think so, but the manager here doesn't seem to mind.

[crazy_about_it]

Depends, how good's the whiskey here?

[psychometer]

Not that bad judging by the date! The bottle I held looks new, but the whiskey's aged rather nicely.

[crazy_about_it]

I'll take it neat then.

[psychometer]

[And goes to fulfill the order-- what's weird as she's standing behind the bar counter is how she seems to mumble before setting things up so she can serve it correctly :|a]

[crazy_about_it]

[Well a waitress...maid...butler...whatever who talks to herself is not exactly the strangest thing he's ever seen.]

[psychometer]

And here ya go! [Gives him his whiskey]

Whiskey all neat, just like Master ordered!

And no, I'm not going to call you that again not even if the manager gave me a raise. Maybe.

[crazy_about_it]

[That would be less creepy if you were a little older.]

Fine with me. What's your name, kid?

[psychometer]

Call me Lien! And you?

[crazy_about_it]

Dante. [Taking a sip of his whiskey.] Hey, not bad.

So how'd you end up working here, Lien?

[psychometer]

I'm gonna say, odd circumstances, fate, and the fact that I like having some extra cash on me when I don't have anyone hiring me for my usual gig.

... Hey, if you don't mind me asking... Do you believe in the supernatural?

[crazy_about_it]

[He was about to ask about her 'usual gig', but her question distracts him. He chuckles.]

Yeah, I guess you could say I do. Why?

[psychometer]

Well, for one thing-- Just gonna give it straight to you, I'm getting weird vibes from you. That and the white hair. Which looks nice by the way, nothing against it! I know a guy who has white hair, he's only fifteen and he can see into the future!

So, yeah supernatural.

[crazy_about_it]

Weird vibes, huh? Well, I can't see into the future, that's for sure.

What exactly is your "usual gig"?

[psychometer]

I'm usually a detective.

[crazy_about_it]

Seriously? You don't seem the type.

[psychometer]

It's cause I'm seventeen isn't it?

[crazy_about_it]

Well...yeah. Aren't detectives usually old guys with magnifying glasses, and pipes and funny hats?

[psychometer]

Well, they're not all old and they're not all men. And they're missing one special thing that sets me apart from the rest!

[crazy_about_it]

Yeah? Okay, I'll bite. What's that one special thing?