Post by KC (Genhuman) on Jan 13, 2018 21:24:09 GMT -5
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KC can't help but smile as he finished tapping out a response to Cryn and Yara. “Well, guess everyone shows back up once in a while.” He chuckles aloud to himself as he then adds the names to the reservations list for 1-3 at 1500 hrs ships time. There are only a few people whom he will actually allow to have reservations, and set a table aside for. The rest is first come first serve, as elitism just doesn't sit well with him, never has.
He then takes tablet in hand and walks out onto the floor of the Bistro. Preparations are almost complete for today's business. Glancing down at his to do list as he walks, he calls out, “Mindy I need you to...” his sentence is cut short as he issues a surprised squawk after feeling a quick pinch on his ass.
“Damn it Mindy, what did I tell you about sexual harassment in the workplace!” he shouts. A silvery laugh echoes forth from the graceful, retreating form as she heads towards the kitchen. He shakes his head, and absentmindedly rubs his backside, having lost his train of thought. Once more muttering aloud to himself, a smile on his face, “Why do I put up with them, I will never know.” He emits another loud squawk as his other cheek is pinched, this time by Anthony the sous chef. “Damn it!” he shouts again as the staff laugh at the antics.
KC can't help but smile as he finished tapping out a response to Cryn and Yara. “Well, guess everyone shows back up once in a while.” He chuckles aloud to himself as he then adds the names to the reservations list for 1-3 at 1500 hrs ships time. There are only a few people whom he will actually allow to have reservations, and set a table aside for. The rest is first come first serve, as elitism just doesn't sit well with him, never has.
He then takes tablet in hand and walks out onto the floor of the Bistro. Preparations are almost complete for today's business. Glancing down at his to do list as he walks, he calls out, “Mindy I need you to...” his sentence is cut short as he issues a surprised squawk after feeling a quick pinch on his ass.
“Damn it Mindy, what did I tell you about sexual harassment in the workplace!” he shouts. A silvery laugh echoes forth from the graceful, retreating form as she heads towards the kitchen. He shakes his head, and absentmindedly rubs his backside, having lost his train of thought. Once more muttering aloud to himself, a smile on his face, “Why do I put up with them, I will never know.” He emits another loud squawk as his other cheek is pinched, this time by Anthony the sous chef. “Damn it!” he shouts again as the staff laugh at the antics.