i think i mentioned possibly making this on my tumblr? well here it is, my one shot book! I write too much and never finish what I start, so Ive begun editing it so some are oneshots that you can finish yourself and all that jazz
The Stage and Screen is a mildly fancy restaurant. Every day, people pass in and out, dressed in varying outfits, eating an assortment of food and drinking an unhealthy amount of alcohol with the owner of the restaurant, a large man named Bustopher Jones.
Bustopher Jones also happens to be the father of Mistoffelees and Victoria Jones, two highschool students.
Despite divorcing their mother a long time ago, he had stayed in touch with his ex-wife and communicated well with the kids, always coming over on holidays even after she had remarried, and when the elder child, Mistoffelees, had turned 16, he had offered him a job.
Now, two years later, Mistoffelees was 18 and the younger child, Victoria, was old enough to start working. Naturally, that was exactly what was happening!
A summer Monday morning is always a good day to train employees. It's the first day back at work for all the rich people that go to the restaurant, so it's generally quiet, but there's just enough traffic over the course of a few hours that someone can learn the basics of how to be a server.
At exactly 7-o'clock, Mistoffelees parked his car and unlocked the front doors. He was always very punctual, wanting everything to be perfect, and had even insisted that Victoria follow the dress code that she is very certain her father does not enforce. He didn't want anything to go wrong.
He walked through the restaurant, turning on lights as they went and pointing out different parts that would probably be important sometime in the future. Poor Victoria really didn't have a clue what was going on, but nodded and hummed along to his words. Her brother seemed to think she understood, and she would rather he not get frustrated with her.
Finally, the two arrived at the back door, and he sighed while opening it. On the other side of the door were two ginger teens, probably the same age as Victoria and her brother. They were smirking and laughing to themselves, and the girl giggled. The boy slapped her arm, shushing her, before pushing past and running into the building first.
"I call an assistant cook today!" He shouted back at the other. The girl let out a high shriek, and bolted after him. Mistoffelees just shook his head.
"We're not even supposed to have people 18 or under cooking, but Asparagus doesn't care," he complained. "He always says that he's happy to have an assistant! I think they spit in the food," He mumbled to himself while walking away.
Curious, Victoria moved to go see where the other rowdy teens were going, but her brother suddenly shoved a black apron into her hands.
"Come on, I have to show you how the tables are numbered."
Asparagus liked to cook the employees lunch during the break.
At first, while still training her, Mistoffelees had insisted on eating his food later, saying that he needed to be out front to wait on customers.
The two gingers, whose names she had learned were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, had informed her in whispered voices that Mistoffelees never took breaks.
Eventually, once Victoria stopped dropping water trays on people's laps, she nearly forced her brother to go sit in the back for just twenty minutes, only to eat a few bites. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazed had given her thumbs up from their respective places when she had first done it; that day, Rumpleteazer had happened to be working with Asparagus while Mungojerrie washed dishes.
While washing dishes, Rumpleteazer often complained about being bored and not having enough to do. She tried to sneak back into the kitchen every now and then, and while Asparagus could care less, Mungojerrie would chase her with a spatula whenever he got the chance.
After a while, she developed a habit of following Victoria around, helping her collect dirty dishes whenever possible while cracking jokes. This also helped because Victoria dropped a LOT of mugs while bussing tables; she needed all the help she could get.
Despite appreciating the help, Victoria was also worried that her brother would get mad that she had extra help. Would he be angry that she wasn't doing her full job? Would he insist Rumpleteazer help him as well? Maybe she should tell the girl to help out with her brother's tables at some point…
However, complaints from Mistoffelees never came. Whenever Rumpleteazer helped Victoria clear away some plates on a busy Wednesday night, if she looked up at just the right moment, her brother would be looking at them and smiling, as if he knew something that she didn't.
Weekend hours were generally taken by older, adult servers. People that Victoria had never seen in her life worked hard and vigorously, always making sure the regulars had a seat and keeping the wait list short.
When Victoria ran inside to check that week's schedule, she was met by the loudness of a full restaurant, and many people moving around. Suit jackets hung off of the hangers, and quiet music played in the background. Businessmen and women typed things out on their expensive laptops while people across from them scribbled down numbers on notepads, doing unnecessarily long math for what was probably a simple problem like two plus two.
Getting to the back was easy, and she made her way up to the papers, observing the schedule for a minute before deciding to take a picture and send it to her brother. Usually, he wrote it down or memorized it, saying that phones were useless. Victoria knew he didn't actually think this, he just always forgot to bring the phone with him and would leave it someplace around the house at all times.
When she turned back to leave, a voice shouted, "Hey!" And she looked up, surprised.
She was greeted by an angry-looking man that she didn't recognize. He was wearing the uniform; a black shirt and pants and a black apron; and had an empty tray in his hand.
"No customers allowed back here, Missy!" He chided, waggling a finger at her.
She started with, "Oh, but-" however, before she could finish, someone else spoke up.
"Ah, yall aint thinkin' today!" Called a familiar voice. Looking over towards the back door, she spotted Rumpleteazer being let in by some other employee. She was wearing casual clothing, and her hair was down instead of pulled up in the hairnet that was required for cooks and dishwashers.
"Oh my Lord, you need to stop using the back door as an entrance!" Said the man who had first spoken to Victoria, sounding exasperated.
Rumpleteazer simply shrugged, putting an arm around Victoria's shoulders.
"This is Bustophers girl! She's jus' takin' a picture of that schedule!"
The man's face turned red, probability for varying reasons, before he crossed his arms and turned slightly away.
"Ah, sorry about that," he grumbled. The trouble over, all the other workers turned back to what they had been doing, and Victoria turned to Rumpleteazer.
The other girl was standing in front of the schedule, observing it with her hands on her hips.
"Thank you for that," Victoria said quietly. At first she thought that Rumpleteazer hadn't heard her, but then the ginger turned and gave her a big smile.
"No problem!" She replied, cheerful as always.
"Are you just checking the schedule?" Victoria asked, curious.
"Ah, well, I don't know where my phone is," She said with a nervous laugh, scratching her head a bit.
Victoria giggled a bit with her. "If you want, I can take a picture of your schedule and send it to you?"
Rumpleteazer nodded, and Victoria moved to get a clear shot of the schedule, before turning back to the other girl.
"Could you put your number in my phone?" She asked, holding the device out. "I can text it to you right away, then."
The taller girl wiggled her eyebrows as she took the phone. "Here, I'm under 'Teazer'. Ya' text me the schedule, and maybe I can find my phone, hm?"
"Yup, for sure!" She replied as they exited through the back door, getting disgruntled looks from the adult servers that were currently in the back as they did so. "I'll see you later this week!" She called, waving as she headed to her car while Rumpleteazer went to hers.
ive never actually been trained as a server, im a host and a coworker just asked me to take her shift one day so i did, dropped some shit, went on with my day, got my coin
the manager also always yells at us that tHe BacKdOoR isn't a N eXiT but we all leave out it anyways
feel free to leave suggestions in the comments, or i have anon on on my tumblr, Bees-in-a-davidbowie-shirt!