Bridge Street.

Meet The Others - Part 2.

The front of house staff wear black jeans or trousers with a black company t-shirt, also a green server's apron, and they put their white ordering pads also pens inside the pouch at the front like a kangaroo which keeps her young.

The same style of music is playing; it is halfway through a busy service, and the restaurant is nearly at total capacity. On the pass is a seafood risotto alongside a lamb burger with a pepperoni pizza beside; an Italian waiter Anthony, a muscle head pretty boy with slicked black hair, is taking the food from the kitchen to the customers. George puts a basket of fries into the scolding hot oil of the fryer. After he turns a burger with a spatula, with yellow tongs, he takes a butterflied breasted chicken from the grill placing it on a black tray; after brushing oil mixed with salt, pepper and chopped parsley over the chicken, he puts the tray into the bottom pizza oven.

Jackson orders, "Carlo, Two minutes for table six!"

Carlo puts his thumb up from across the kitchen.

George asks, "Bro, five for table seven alongside fourteen!?"

Jackson thunders, "Yes, bratr!"

George is preparing plates for the upcoming tickets, he has a line of orders, and the ticket machine sounds while it prints another one. George puts a pot of relish down on a paper-lined tray. He takes the ticket, eyes scanning it, and passes it to the kitchen porter because it's a dessert ticket. Jackson has his back to George, who is alongside Carlo, putting a teaspoon of garlic, in a oiled pasta pan starting to sizzle, after adding the same amount of diced red chillis in oil to the pan, while the flames are flickering up the sides of the pan. Jackson is filling a calzone with some Cajun spiced chicken. The calzone was my favourite pizza to make. I perfected them, but being in the pizza section is fucking hard, mate, I went on it a couple of times on Saturdays, and I can happily say I failed more than a couple of times. There is an art to it, although I can make a pizza, under that pressure is mad because you are basically in charge of everything in the kitchen while maintaining the quality of food, which I can do until I start running out of shit; it's never a quick thing to prep then quickly get back into the flow of service, then run out of another item, oh man. That's why Jackson also his brother usually work in the pizza section; also, that's why they're so skinny, a lot of running about.

The end of the night is on for the restaurant staff, not much of a busy day. The head chef, along with Andrej joined them for the evening shift. It is ten o'clock at night. The manager Chris went home an hour ago, but the assistant manager is still here in the office; Amelia, along with Anthony are cleaning the restaurant's tables also the bar; every so often, they bring dirty things to go into the dishwasher. Also, the Hungarian barman is cleaning the glasses, He is a big lad with hair that's short and light brown eyes.

An hour has passed, and the kitchen, along with the restaurant, is clean. The kitchen staff, along with the others, are having a drink at the bar before they go home. George is drinking Jackie D whiskey mixed with coke, and the ladies are drinking white wine while the others are drinking beer from bottles. Everyone is in their everyday clothes. Anthony flexes in the mirrors in rustic frames all over the restaurant wall.

He asks, "Who is up for going out to nightclubs?"

Before anyone can respond, a figure at the restaurant's doors catches their attention, his face against the glass.

George says, "If this guy falls there, going to sleep because he is too pissed, I will break his legs to get out."

Amelia says, "Looks like he has been in a fight."