"Welcome to The Mouse House!"
You hear from the greeter as you walk into the building. From the pitch, you can tell the greeter was female. "May I see your invitation please?"
You slowly show her the ripped out article about a night-time security job.
"Oh, you're here for the job then? Excellent! Come on in and have a seat. I'll go find the manager." She opens the roped off passage, allowing you entry, and directing you to a nearby table as she picked up the microphone on her blouse, calling for her manager. Sitting down, you start to drum your fingers patiently, waiting for the manager as the employee returned to her post.
"So you're the one applying for the job, then?" You hear this about 3 minutes later as you were staring at the animatronic animals on-stage. Turning your head, you see a burly male, about six-foot-three, with muscles to match, yet they're not bulging out of his shirt when he flexes while looking at you.
"Good to see a youthful person taking up this job. I was thinking only a raggity old man would show up." He laughs as he sits down at the table, right across from you. "Now, to tell you about this job..." Admittedly, you have a bit of ADHD, so most of what the manager tells you just goes in one ear and out the other.
"Now, when the clock strikes Midnight-" You rapidly snap your head back and stare at him with surprised eyes, having thought that you weren't going to stay that long. "you might want to keep a low profile on the lights and power usage. We only make a certain amount each day, and there's only a certain portion of that you're allowed to use each night. We'd allow you full power, but there's the legal matters at hand that prevent us from doing so. Last person that used full power without permission set our Pirate's Cove on fire, which is why you see the abnormally large curtain around it now." He directs your attention to the purple curtain with yellow star outlines all over it, in different sizes. You instinctively search and mentally embed the pattern and how it looks into your mind before you see the sign in front: 'Temporarily closed. We apologize for any inconvenience this causes you.'
"Now, you're here from 10 PM until 6:30, and a week's worth of pay is yours at the grand, tax-free, total of $150. However, with tax gratuities that all of us, including myself, have to pay here at M.H., would only amount to $120. Does that sound alright to you?" You nod as an interpretation of accepting the offer. Surprised when he extends his hand, you take it in your own and he excitedly remarks to you. "Welcome to The Mouse House! Now, There will be a few papers to sign, for legal reasons, I'm sure, but I forgot to bring them out with me. Please take a look around and familiarize yourself with the layout of the store. You're going to need it when you start tomorrow night." He walks off, leaving you staring at him with wide eyes for a few seconds before you take his advice and start to aimlessly wander the building's public area.
From what you see when you first enter, there is an entrance counter, for game tokens and food, your'e sure, along with a counter on the side for prizes from the aforementioned games. They were standard arcade-type games; skee-ball, some basketball hoops for 3-point throws, some air-hockey tables, the whole nine-yards. However, one game you took notice of was designed interestingly; the bottom was a rounded metallic ball design, with the bottom flattened so it would stand upright. There were two metallic rails from the top of the machine to the bottom, which were connected to the metallic ball with a black box. On the outside of the rails was a decal naming the game as the demo was airing on the screen: Ballistics. You have never heard of this game, but decided to try it at a later date as the manager comes up to you.
"Enjoying your time here?" You nod as you turn to him and take the papers he handed to you. Going back to a table with him, you sat down and read the papers, taking the time to actually READ them instead of skimming over them like you would normally do for school-work. A few lines popped out at you, but they weren't too bad to ask questions over. Most of it was legality matters, saying that they have no responsibility if you get injured by your own doing while on the job-site, and other things like that.
Signing the end of the make-shift booklet he handed you, the manager gave you a $20 Visa card and said "Enjoy the games today, on the house. Tomorrow night, you start work at 10 PM. Good luck!" He walks away and you smile, taking the card in your hands and enjoying the games provided.