Host bar // kazuscara [EDITING]

6

Saturday, 6 P.M. 

The day he promised his co-workers a celebratory dinner night. 

He doesn't want to go. He'd be much better off visiting Scaramouche at Sato host bar.

His phone buzzes constantly, motivating him to begrudgingly lift himself up from his bed. He checks it, of course. His co-workers already sharing their selfies in front of Yamakoto sushi bar, how could he forget? 

"Mr. Kaedehara! Over here!" one of his female co-workers cried out, waving Kazuha to their table. They've already had downed a couple plates of sushi, and are looking through a wide selection of alcohol to celebrate with. Usually, celebratory drinks are often beer, rice wine, or sake; but drinks like these really serve no purpose except for an excuse to gather together and appeal themselves with free, seemingly high-tier drinks to feed their status-hungry selves.

Kazuha handed his bag of freshly bought Japanese matcha tea to a co-worker; which was intended to be given to everyone present as a thank-you gift ritual for their hard work. 

"Thank you everyone for your hard work these past two weeks! These are mere fresh matcha green tea I've prepared for everyone." he presented his gift to the table of his co-workers with a smile on his face.

Receiving the gift Kazuha had bought for them at a local convenience store just twenty minutes prior, it was ritual to act pleasantly surprised by the gesture.

"Thank you Mr. Kaedehara! You are the kindest man, I will do this gift justice." the female co-worker that has waved Kazuha to their table thanked first, followed by a string of meaningless 'thank-yous' from others. There was really no need for the thanking, anyone with a normal, functioning brain would've guessed Kazuha would be bringing everyone gifts to the gathering.

Kazuha let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it, Mina, and everyone else." 

"Aww, so Mina gets her name mentioned, but not us, Mr. Kaedehara?" Mina's friend spoke as she pretended to be angry at Kazuha for seemingly having a favorite out of all of them. A hoard of agreements follows tightly behind.

"Of course not, everyone is to be treated equally to me." Kazuha smiled, and Mina's friend budged her; holding back her smile.

Seeing as the terrifying awkward silence looms over them, Kazuha decided to be the first to break the ice, "Now, what's something good on the menu? I would love some salmon sushi." 

Someone follows up almost immediately, "Of course! We should also order some beer as well, it's a celebration, after all!" with a messy bunch of noises of agreement following closely behind. 

It's a popular tradition, whatever is being announced will most certainly be followed up with terrifying quantities of hai's, or in English, yeses. Perhaps the fear of an unlively gathering would be the cause of such tradition to be practiced to this day and age? This might be it. Contrary to the quiet and awkward nature of Japan, being able to uphold such bustling celebratory gatherings is truly abnormal and worth appreciating; though, most of the time it's usually stressful to be soaked inside the awkwardness of the silence.

"Cheers to our success, everyone!" 

"Yea!" The crowd all brought their glasses of beer together, Kazuha did so as well.

Kazuha checked his watch, 7:50 P.M., 10 minutes until clock strikes 8 P.M. . He sighed, leaning back in his seat. He was getting exceptionally bored with the small talk everyone was making, even going back home and watching kids' shows would be more interesting than sitting still, eating food to keep himself busy while he knows he can't eat anything more or he'll more than likely explode.