((Standalone drabbles. In chronological order. I had too much fun with this :D; ))
Title: So I Says To Mable
Unit for Points: Mis Snow Man
Word Count: 100.
Characters: Kawai, Goseki, Hashimoto.
Author's Notes: Two chefs did this to me before |) Not so fabulously, of course.
~x~
Kawai and Goseki step into the staff lift going down to the break-room.
“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!”
The restaurant’s newest waiter speeds in just before the doors close on him. Seeing the two chefs, he combs a hand through his blond hair and leans Nonchalantly against the wall.
Kawai nods towards Goseki’s apron - covered in cow’s blood.
“Busy day?”
“Got my period,” Goseki replies, examining his nails.
“Ah.” Kawai clicks his tongue. “Yaracchi must be relieved.”
Goseki sighs a tragic sigh.
“Hiding his disappointment more like.”
Grinning, Kawai pats Goseki’s shoulder.
The waiter quietly shuffles to the furthest corner of the lift.
Title: Swings And Roundabouts
Unit for Points: Mis Snow Man
Word Count: 100.
Characters: Top3, Takki.
Author's Notes: ... I may have also done this at work. Again, not for such fabulous reasons.
~x~
When the party of salarymen leave, Sanada collects all their spent glasses and bottles and carries them, precariously, on his tray back to the bar without dropping a single one. It’s over a fortnight since he’s broken or dropped anything. He’s rather proud of himself.
“Sanada! Hashimoto! Come meet your new work-fellow!” Takki calls.
Sanada makes his way through to the wash-up where everyone’s gathered.
“This is Nozawa Yuuki,” Takki says, shoving the boy forward.
Nozawa blows his bangs out of his eyes. (Then manages a smile despite blushing fiercely).
“Yoroshiku onegaishimasu,” he mumbles.
Sanada falls over where he’s standing.
Title: How High?
Unit for Points: Mis Snow Man
Word Count: 100.
Characters: Sanada, Nozawa.
Author's Notes: I can has cheesy first kisses.
~x~
They’re doing well But, with a dozen OLs having a hen-party, something always goes wrong.
Sanada knocks a bottle. Nozawa lurches to catch it and trips over a handbag. Sanada dives to catch him and trips on a stiletto. They land in a tangle, Nozawa’s head buried in Sanada’s neck.
The hen-party screams.
“Kiss him~!”
Nozawa pushes himself up, face scarlet.
Sanada fidgets. Nozawa’s digging into his hips and he thinks this situation could easily get more awkward.
In a heartbeat, soft lips have brushed against his cheek and Nozawa’s fled the scene.
The hen-party screams more.
“Best! Restaurant! Ever!”