danny and ki

who: ki and danny
where: the kitten club
when: evening

Part of Ki's 'punishment' for coming home the other night 'damaged' and not saying what had happened to her was that she had to pick up extra shifts around the establishments. Really, it was cursory at best, it wasn't even a real slap on the wrist, considering she liked the Kitten Club and they knew she did. But, something had to be done. She just wasn't going to come out and tell her owners that she had had an encounter with Johnny and it hadn't gone swimmingly. She was told in no uncertain terms to behave and keep herself healthier from here out, and she had more work to do than usual for a bit.

Ki wouldn't have minded at all, if it wasn't for the fact that her right cheek was lightly bruised from the knock Johnny had given her, she had some impressive goose eggs on the back of her head from the hits to the building, and even if she tried to find a higher collared shirt to wear, the heavy bruising around her neck from being choked was hard to miss. About the only benefit that it had was that she had been given a lot less shit tonight than she usually got. The stares were unpleasant, though, and so was the fact that she still sounded like she had an abysmal cold. Really it felt like that, only without the sniffling and sneezing. She'd taken about halfway through the evening to being silent, so she didn't have to try and croak at people like a dying frog. Turning to the latest customer who had just sat down at the bar, she turned to them and smiled her usual brilliant smile, and she bowed, standing straight and looking expectant, hoping they just automatically filled in the blank of what they wanted without her having to put out the obligatory 'What can I get you, Sir?'

who: ki and danny
where: the kitten club
when: early evening

Ki had bounced on into work early, having been told she was being loaned out to the Kitten Club this evening. She liked the Kitten Club. There was fun music, she got big tips, and told she was a cute little thing by a lot of the patrons. Of course, she also got told some other things by the patrons, but she didn't quite understand a lot of them so she ignored those things. Instead, she was generally speaking the brightest, most energetic bartender, or at least, that's what she was told. She always tried to do her best, not wanting to disappoint.

She squinted one eye shut as the manager on duty walked past grumbling at her about not speaking 'that monkey talk' since she had a habit of it occasionally. She didn't drop into Japanese all the time or anything, she just had worked out that some customers expected it from her, and therefore she accommodated. The manager just hadn't picked up on it as well, so there was a minor conflict. Either way, however, she smiled brightly, and apologized. "Sorry, Sir!" she said, then turned to the next customer, with the same bright, dazzling sort of smile on her face. "Hello! How may I help you?"