Kenny heard the loud noise of his alarm clock go off. He sluggishly reached over and hit the Snooze button. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, looking at the time. It was 2:30 PM. It was Saturday, and his bar didn't open until 5:00 PM. "Guess I better get up..." He yawned as he got out of bed tiredly.

Kenny took a quick shower, along with spraying some cologne and getting dressed. He grabbed and apple and munched on it, eating a little snack as he walked downstairs to his bar. He threw away the apple core and wrapped a white apron around his waist. He grabbed a rag and washed down the bar, making sure everything was clean and ready for his guests.

He sat on the bar, drying a wine glass as he stared out the window, watching all the people pass by. He sighed to himself, as he was still a little tired, but waking up slowly. He organized menu's and smiled as he saw the 'Special' drink that he made for his fathers friend.

It was around 4:50 and he knew his hosts would be coming soon. He thought he saw some of them pull up in the parking lot so he went ahead and flipped the closed sign to Open. It was usually about 5:30 when customers would roll in so he wasn't worried.

For the fifth time that day, Sakura huffed at the other ballerina's poor practice performance.
"It's simple." She said, crossing her arms. "A balançoire into an arabesque, from that a brisé to five Fouetté." The other ballerinas groaned at the intensive choreography, and their equally intensive prima. Sakura drew herself to her full, if unimpressive, height and puffed out her chest.
"Ladies, this show is in three weeks, and there will be people from other ballet companies watching. Your dancing will represent our company, and therefore will dictate our company's reputation-- What?" She snapped over her shoulder, as a meek looking man in a tweed jacket scurried over to her. He flinched at the sharp tone the ballerina took, and held out a few sheets of paper.
"T-The list you asked for, miss Hisakawa, of the people attending?" He stuttered. She took the paper with a nod, and the man retreated, almost knocking over the choreographer, who had been standing well clear of Sakura's rant. Sakura began flipping through the long list of names, taking note of the names she recognised as important to the company.

She waved her hand to indicate a break to the other ballerinas, many of whom sunk to the floor with relieved groans. The choreographer sighed and relaxed as well, wiping his gnarled old hands over his face. As she walked to the corner, she heard them start to chat amongst themselves.
"Wasn't that guy the owner of the company?" One asked.
"Oh, I forgot, you're new. Yeah he was." Answered another, more familiar voice.
"Is Sakura his wife or something? You'd think she was his boss." The first one said. Sakura felt the sensation of someone glancing surreptitiously at her back. The prima studiously ignored it, and continued going through the list.
"Nah, Sakura's gay, she just has that effect on people. She may be small, but she's deadly if you cross her." Came the response. Sakura stood a little straighter, proud of her ruthless efficiency, and proud that her fellow ballerinas knew it.

Kenny was bustling around the place as he heard the door open. He turned his head to see Markie, one of his employees. 'Ah, Markie's here.' He thought chuckling as Marikie was as energetic as ever. Kenny felt shivers run up his spine as Markie slapped his ass. He chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck."Ah..You youngsters, It must be nice to have so much energy." He commented, sounding older than he was.

Kenny hurried around to make sure everything looked ship shape. He entered the kitchen, grabbing the various supplies he needed. He stood behind Markie and reached above him, grabbing a glass he needed to put out front. He smiled down at Markie as he walked away whistling."Oi, Markie, mind making me an orange juice cock tail?" He asked as he began laying out menus and refilling the napkin holders."Oh, and don't put any drugs in it." He teased. A few woman entered the bar, chatting and sitting down. They giggled to themselves as Kenny greeted them. The host that they wanted wasn't their yet so Kenny entertained them.

It was nice until they began asking rather...*ahem* sensitive things."Kenny, Is it true that you're a real animal in bed?" One of the ladies giggled, embarrassedly. The other girl slapped her arm, but clearly enjoyed the question.
"W-Well....What can I say?" He scratched his hair nervously, making them squeal even more.

Sakura read through the list, and listened into a much more relaxed practice session going on over her shoulder. Eventually, Sakura noticed the sound of ballerina's chattering about going home, or, in the case of a certain group, going to that Lounge.
"Hey, Sakura!" Called a familiar voice. Sakura tore her eyes from the list to see that the group that usually went to the Reddox Lounge were the only ballerina's left in the practice room.
"You coming?" Meghan, one of the secondary ballerinas, asked. Sakura nodded, as she tucked away the list.
"Someone has to micromanage your reputations." She stated. The other ballerinas laughed, though Sakura had only partially meant that as a joke. Their conduct reflected on the company, and, since many of those who frequented the Reddox Lounge were not ballet enthusiasts, it may reflect on ballerinas as a whole.

In a few moments, the group of nine ballerinas were out walking the streets, in their own clothes. It was fairly warm, so a lot of the girls were wearing sundresses or light fabrics, which made Sakura, at the back, stand out a little. She rolled her eyes as people glanced at the group and clearly presumed her to be someone's younger sister.

The ballerinas spilled into the Reddox Lounge, giggling amongst themselves about this or that host. Sakura efficiently herded them all into a booth, with a respectful nod to Kenny. She sat herself down and pulled out her list again, as well as a highlighter. She felt that she may as well get some work done before the night got going.

After the girls had their way harassing him, Kenny noticed Alaster come in. 'Late..' He thought and stared at Alaster disapprovingly. His vision got distracted by Markie who had emerged from the kitchen with his drink."Ah, Thanks." He commented. He almost spit it out when Markie made his remark, causing the girls to squeal. Kenny was used to the girls doing on some BL every now and again. But, to Kenny that's all it was, a BL show for the ladies, he assumed Markie thought so too.

Even though he had hear rumors of the other hosts fraternizing with each other, as long as it didn't interrupt their work it was alright with Kenny. He had to admit it though, sometimes Markie could be really adorable, especially his clumsiness. Kenny walked off, standing behind the bar awaiting any orders the customers might give him. He nodded to the girl as the parade of Ballerina's flooded into the bar. Various other hosts arrived. and Finally everyone was there, all of them working and hustling around to entertain the ladies. Kenny enjoyed watching them most. Sure, every now and again he'd get a couple woman asking for him, but it'd only be once and it seemed like afterward Markie would walk them out, but then they never came back. It boggled Kenny's mind but he didn't think too much about it.

Kenny made drinks and hurried around expertly, but he still spilt a little alcohol on his hand. He lifted his thumb up and licked it off, not paying attention to anything he enjoyed the taste of the fine liquid.

Kenny's eyes darted to the door upon seeing Hayashi. As usual he was late."Yeah yeah, One day you and Alaster should at least try to make an effort to get to work on time."Kenny sighed. He wasn't really upset, in fact, Kenny was so laid back, it's a wonder work ever got done. But, when it's something Kenny cares about, he can be very strict, and dedicated.

Kenny's attention shot to Markie who was showing off his Tongue Piercing. The girls seemed to enjoy it very much, and he new Markie enjoyed attention any time he could get it. Some may think that a trait like that is obnoxious, but when your job is to entertain, it's a pretty swell quality according to Kenny.

Markie appeared by Kenny's side once again. Kenny half smiled at the young boy who was nudging him. Kenny was drying off a glass when Markie pulled Kenny towards him whispering his words. Kenny blushed a little taken back, he assumed it was for the ladies, but could never be too sure. Kenny usually tolerated Markie's playing, but this time decided to put on his own show.
He set the glass down and used his hand to tilt Markie's head up. His face came close to Markie's as he kissed his lips briefly before pulling away with a wink."Anytime Markie-kins"

The whole bar was watching and almost everyone customer squealed out of excitement. Kenny went back to polishing the wine glass as he chuckled heartedly.

Raymond hurried out of class, yet again he would have to show up to work in his College uniform. He didn't mind it though. The girls seemed to really enjoy it so why should he make a fuss about it? He liked his job and was lucky to have it to!
Although sometimes it could be a hassle, especially when he's trying hard to make good grades in his classes, Kenny was always flexible with his schedule.

Raymond drove briskly as he arrived at the Bar, making it just on time. He swung open the door and shot Kenny, his boss, a wave so he knew that he was there. Kenny just nodded and continued talking with Markie. Markie was a colleague of his. He seemed nice and drove the girls crazy. Plus, Kenny and Markie had some relationship, maybe not one of sex but, and understanding? Whatever it was it was clear that Markie wanted more. Raymond could also see that Kenny wasn't completely objecting the idea. 'Complicated.' He thought as he tied an apron on.

Raymond already had a table requesting him, so he walked over rather quickly, as he took their orders and entertained them. A little time went by until the door opened once again, where Alaster, another one of his colleagues walked in. Alaster was...nice. Sometimes he seemed cold or distant at times. Raymond smiled at him as he came in."Hello Alaster" He said calmly. The girls squealed and began talking with Alaster. Raymond got up and walked into the back, handing the chef their order. As he walked out he noticed the door open, this time Hayashi walked in. He greeted him as well.

Kenny noticed Markie start to stumble backwards, and with that, he fell on the floor. Everyone glanced over concerned.
Kenny laughed but quickly got his composure realizing people thought that Markie was actually hurt. 'Hmm if I just said that he was fine people might think I'm heartless.' Kenny sighed and bent down. He slowly tipped up Markie's hat, making eye contact. Kenny smiled and helped him stand up. He then flashed the crowd a cheerful smile."It's alright everyone! Continue on, I'm just going to take Markie to the back real quick to make sure he's not hurt!" He pronounced making every cheer and calm down.

The customers went back to their business as Kenny picked Markie up and carried him bridal style to the back employees locker room. He set him down on the complimentary washing machine as he got the first aid kit out of the cabinet above him."That was quite the fall you had. You alright? Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled as he apologized. Kenny had relatively big hands, they were a little rough, but strong. He search for a band aid in the first aid kit.

Raymond listened to Alaster's humming. He enjoyed it very much, but that wasn't a surprise. He practically like everything Alaster did. After all he was his, in Raymond's mind at least. He heard the commotion and was surprised at Kenny kissing Markie, and Markie falling down from shock. Even if it was supposed to be a joke, Raymond felt like Kenny just opened a whole new door."Oh dear...I hope everything's alright..." Raymond commented looking off. "Ray ray that's just like you! So considerate!" A girl called out. "Yeah! Whoever gets lucky enough to date you better treat you right!" Another woman answered. Raymond laughed and scratched the back of his head.