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Hyori actually really liked her job, even if it was rather mundane and simple. Keeping normal, albeit strange, people in line wasn’t much of a challenge, but she wasn’t there to test herself. She was trying to get away, take a break, and reconnect with what she really wanted. And right then she just wanted an uneventful shift. She was exhausted; having spent the night before sorting through the boxes of belongings that had finally arrived from her home in California. She didn’t know how long she would stay on the east coast, but there were a few things she couldn’t go long without that she had been forced to leave behind. Having her things back eased her nerves a bit, but also made her homesick. The familiar smells of home that still clung to her clothes and dvds were enough to make her consider calling home, just to see how everyone was. But no; she wouldn’t. She was still too angry to hear her mother’s voice.

The scrape of chairs roused Hyori from her thoughts; her eyes following a couple as they exited the dining room, waving with giggles to their server. She locked eyes with the waiter and he smiled easily at her, she even managed a half smile back. She didn’t know when this protective nature started, was it the first day she had started working here, or maybe after she got to know the waiters a little better? Either way she made sure to look after them and kept an eye out for anyone who would make them too uncomfortable to do their jobs.

All the waiters were younger than her and could only be described, in her opinion at least, as adorable. And Hyori had always had a weakness for adorable things; having a small, and very secret, collection of cute girly clothes and cuddly stuffed animals. In their kitty bondage outfits the servers looked to her like kids playing dress up, but she knew the customers saw it as something less innocent. This was a fetish bar though, not a brothel, and Hyori wouldn’t stand for any mistreatment, verbal, physical, or otherwise.

Maybe she took it all too seriously, but she was kinda a serious person. She wore a black top and black leather gloves that matched the waiter’s outfits. She was all shades of black; from her long dark hair to her combat boots. But these clothes were meant to make her blend in, not stand out like the waiters. She melted into the background; her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the room silently.

She spotted it right away and observed from a distance as one of Riley’s customers pulled him down by the chain around his neck. Hyori hated these outfits; it encouraged the customers to treat the servers like dogs, or worse; livestock. She didn’t know how they could stand being dragged around by their necks and wrists; and by strangers on top of that. But she wasn’t there to marvel at their job choice; she was there to protect them. When Riley tried to get up and the man pulled him back down Hyori’s hands curled into fists; she could feel the coldness of the metal of the gun pressing against the small of her back. But she wouldn’t shoot this guy; that would get her fired for sure. Instead she gritted her teeth and watched. As far as Hyori was concerned pulling the kid down was strike one, and keeping him there against his will was strike two; one more strike and this guy would be out.

Her eyes narrowed as the reached out with one hand, tracing Riley’s bare chest with one of his fingers. It was disgusting; Riley was only sixteen; he was still a kid, and this was what he was being put through? But after her first few days Hyori started to understand that these kids had their reasons for being here and it wasn’t her place to intervene unless things were truly out of hand. If she stepped in that usually meant the customer left immediately because of her, ahem, pushy manner. And while that meant that customer couldn’t bother the boys anymore, that also meant that was one tip they would go without, and the mood of the room would be ruined for at least a good while. Which was bad.

But Hyori had always had some trouble with impulse control; and when the man’s hand reached the button on Riley’s pants she couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She was across the room in half a second; pulling Riley off the man’s lap with surprising force and pushing him safely behind her. She kicked one of the back legs of the man’s chair so the man was jerked away from his table, now directly facing her. Hyori had never been good at controlling her feelings; and in that moment her disgust and anger showed clearly on her face. “I think it would be best if you left, sir. And if you wish to return we ask you to remember that our servers are for the eyes to enjoy; not the hands.”

YOU TELL THAT DUDE HE GOT TO GO.