Bottoms Up | Drink Sliding

He wasn't planning on drinking anyways, but Bahem had to admit that he wasn't expecting this either. The uniform that he was placed in, he wouldn't even really call it clothes now that he thought about it. It was a pair of cuffs, a bowtie, and what could only be described as a thong with matching thigh highs. He knew that this was part of the job, and something that he had to do if he wanted to help, but that didn't stop him from being a bit embarrassed. Hops didn't expect a man of the church to be so shy, but encouraged him nonetheless.

"It'll be fine, Bahem! You look great, and I know you're super smart. Plus, your job is super easy! We pick up the drinks from the bar and go give them to the customers! All you have to do is walk by and hand them over! Most of the time, you don't even need to say anything to them. The customers here at this time of night are usually all rich folk who wouldn't want to talk to waiters unless they were forced to." Her explanation did help calm Bahem's nerves a little bit. If he didn't have to talk to anyone, it was sort of similar to when he would deliver items across the church... except in much less clothing. "Alright, but what if someone does want to talk to me?" He asked, and Hops laughed slightly. Bahem couldn't tell if the laugh was genuine, or full of nerves... or both.

"You just have to be polite! They probably won't bother you for too long- and if they do, one of the managers will probably come by and ask them to not interrupt the waiters while they're on the clock. At least, that's what happens when I get in those situations." Again, hearing from Hops was comforting- partially because he knew that Hops had experience. 

Quickly after their little pep-talk, the two buns were handed trays of different drinks and sent out to tables. Bahem's tray was full of different cocktails. He would have preferred liquor glasses, less chance for him to accidentally knock them over, but he tried to keep calm. It was all about confidence. If he stumbled it would only be because he was thinking too much about it, if he just made his way to the table swiftly, there would be no problems and he could go right back to the counter. 

The first table went smoothly, walking by and placing the drinks down before heading back to the bar. Hops was waiting there for him, having already passed out her drinks in much less time. She gave him a little thumbs-up as he returned. "See, you did fine! Now we just have to do that for..." She looked at the clock. "Two more hours! Just relax a little bit, and the time will pass faster than you realize!" Bahem nodded, even if the smile on his face was obviously forced. Two hours... well, at least he was being a help, and he was sure that Hops would be right. Time passes faster when you're not thinking about it, after all.

And the time did, in fact, pass. The serving of tables became easier, even to the point where he would be able to slide drinks off of the tray without issue. He did have mild interactions, mostly in the realm of some patrons complimenting him or calling him little pet names, but it was nothing that he couldn't handle. Over the next hour, the drink orders started to slow. They were able to catch up with the backlog of orders and keep track of the new orders coming in. The bar had been moving faster, and so had the two servers, making the operation go smoothly until they, miraculously, ran out of orders to fulfill. 

Bahem sat down on one of the stools at the bar, Hops following him soon after. She smiled at him and passed him a glass- not of alcohol, thankfully, but of water. Bahem downed the glass in a singular swig, before placing it back down. "So do you do this... every night?" Bahem asked, almost worried for the gluttony bun. Hops was quick to reassure him. "Oh no, not every night! This only really happens once every two weeks, maybe once every week if things get really busy. It's also been clearing up a lot now that there's more drink stores opening. All of the big spenders still come here, but less people show up overall, which makes the drink queue low for the most part." Bahem nodded along. He was still a bit worried for the other's health, but in his mind that just meant that he would have to come by and help more later. 

He already visited The Rabbit Hole enough, mostly to pick up packs of assorted drinks for the gluttonous ones of the church- so an extra task or two while he was out wouldn't be too much of an issue.