Bonten's Advisor

Two

Y/N POV

Concentration was at 100%, as you threw the shaker into the air watching it spin a couple of times in the air before you caught it. You poured the alcohol mix into a specifically shaped glass, lifting the shaker higher into the air as you poured the clear liquid. You pushed the glass forward to the customer and instantly began to make the next drink ordered. The night continued on, getting busier and busier as the night went on. Yuki, one of your colleagues tapped you on the shoulder and gave you the signal, a peace sign from under the bar counter. There was a VIP waiting to get into one of the VIP rooms. You finished up making the drink you were currently busy with and handed it to Yuki, who took over. You wiped your hands down on the towel that hung from your shoulder and walked over to the right side of the bar, carefully walking behind each of your colleagues, trying not to bump into them. As soon as you got to the end of the bar, you opened the bar flap (the part which opens to allow people access to the area behind the counter) and were immediately met with a familiar man, and a woman clawing at his arms. He showed you the special pass, in which you nodded your head and entered the code into the door lock. 

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The door lock glowed a faint green before a faint beep was heard. You pushed open the unlocked door, as the couple followed you in. You led them to one of the free VIP rooms near the end of the corridor.

"The FNN Club closes in three hours. When you're done with the room, please leave this hanging on the outside of the door," You hand them a large red plastic hanger (those things you'll find in a hotel to say you don't want to be disturbed), labelled 'Needing Maintenance'. "If you want to order a drink, press th-"

"I know the drill, Hana. I've been here enough times," He cut you off, as you and the female hanging from his arm gave you a quick glance. You gave the girl a small smile with your eyes, and turned heel and softly closed the door behind you. 

She's might need a wheelchair after him.

You noticed that one of the VIP rooms had the red sign on the door handle. You knocked twice, before making sure they were gone. You pushed open the door and peered inside. Sure enough, it was a mess, with the table pushed to the edge of the room against the wall. The couch was creased and dirtied with liquid, you can only guess what it was. Sighing, you opened the cabinet in the corner of the room and removed the disinfectant wipes and a pair of plastic gloves and began to clean the couch. Once the couch was clean, you threw the disinfectant wipes and plastic gloves into the rubbish bin in the corner of the room. You rearranged the room back to its original state. At least the people who occupied this room was abled enough to tie their used condom and throw it into the bin. You tied the plastic bag, and set a new one in before leaving the room, and disposing of the plastic bag into the rubbish chute inside the 'storage room' at the very end of the hallway, in the secret room. You were contemplating having an early night, but disappearing into thin air was the worst idea imaginable. You were going to be caught instantly. You sighed heavily, before making your way back outside into the public area, where heavy bassed music was continuously pumping out.

The night finally came to an end, and your colleagues began to help with the cleaning of the public area. Multiple plastic bags of rubbish were collected, and sorted, from burnable to recyclable. The bar was cleaned, glasses washed thoroughly and placed back to their places.  The bags were tied at the top and were dragged to the back of the room, near the VIP door. 

"Alright, you guys can all head home. Thank you for your hard work this week, see you all next Friday!" You exclaimed, as they all said their thanks and bowed, before leaving.
You watched them leave through the front door of the club before you turned your back and plugged in the code to the VIP door. You dragged the rubbish bags through the door and into the hallway before opening the door at the back of the hallway. You lifted the rubbish bags one by one into the rubbish chute, before wiping the sweat off your forehead with your forearms. You walked out and checked both bathrooms for any customers, before locking it for the week. You walked down the hallway and inspected every single VIP room. Sure enough, you inspected the room where the couple were earlier, where the red sign hang from the door handle. It was spotlessly clean. Thankfully, the man was a regular at bringing whores and knew what to do, respecting your job of having to clean the VIP rooms. He cleaned after his mess, throwing everything into the bin and even tying the bag. You lifted the plastic bag, and changed the garbage bag, before walking back to the rubbish chute. 
You walked out the VIP door, hearing the door lock behind you. You looked around at the spotless club and walked over to the front door of the bar. You opened the door, and peeked outside, feeling the cold morning air hitting your face. You closed the door and locked it from the inside with the master key. You walked over to the windows and began to close the blinds. You tucked in a stray chair to its table and the night for you was finally over.