Kami
Kami watched with satisfaction as his pamphlet was put in the sleeve where it belonged. He doubted it would move from there this night. Even if there were plenty of undecided customers coming, Kami was confident in his ability to throw his line and catch them in his net. He chuckled quietly, as Eien complained about their two newest hosts not being in the kitchen.
"Well, Ai has diabetes and Rai went to sleep pretty wasted last night," Kami mused as he fixed his appearance in a nearby mirror. There seemed to be mirrors everywhere. "Either way, it doesn't matter to me." He shrugged, before heading out of the kitchen and making his way down onto the main floor. He looked around - the club was pretty much a ghost town without any guests or any other hosts.
He walked around, trailing his finger down the granite of the bar in his hosting area, before rearranging some of the cushions and the flowers. He hummed quietly to himself, as he smiled almost tenderly at the keyboard in the corner of the room. Perhaps he'd play a song tonight. Or paint a picture. Or just talk. Mm....That was part of the beauty of Kami's hosting. He never really planned in advance. Depending on which guests showed up, Kami would display different talents. But whatever it was that he did, he was always positive that his guests were going to enjoy it. That was his job, here at the host club. To take his clients away from their normal lives, and bring them into a world where he, a god in human flesh, lavished attention on them like they were the only ones in the world.
A sudden flash of anger made the bile rise in Kami's throat.
Was this all he wanted with his life?
Clenching his hand into a fist, Kami nodded firmly.
Yes. Yes it was.
Ai
Ai nodded. "I know how much you hosts have to drink every night." His voice was quiet, quivering slightly. No. He wasn't scared. That was a lie. Ai bit his lip, forcing himself to stop. He was Ai now. Not Natsu. Ai. But wait. Wasn't Ai the fragile one? Ugh. Confusion. No. Think straight. Think...straight. One thing at a time. Natsu now, Ai when he got downstairs. Yeah. That should be easy enough.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Natsu finished buttoning up his shirt. "We should head to the kitchen," he said to Rai. "Before Eien-sama gets mad at us..."
Natsu didn't want to start his first night as a host off badly. He needed Eien to help him. He needed the manager to watch him and to make sure he didn't do anything wrong. Mostly, though, he needed the manager to make sure he didn't kill himself...