Welcome back to Sundae Club!
synopsis. It’s the day of the opening!!
content. fluff, backstory, yadayada (everything cute you can think of, aka. Idk what to put here)
other. Please enjoy and apologies for the wait!
You flopped back into the array of plushies sitting at the wall beside your bed, swiping your forehead while groaning out in utter exhaustion.
It was the day of the club opening, and yet you had just barely completed this project!
In front of you sat the finished cosplay weapons (2 rigid swords, a spear, and a celestial-themed bow) elegantly lined up at the front of your dorm bed, constructed and sculpted to perfection.
It was worth the messy scraps of cardboard, paper, paint, and paper mache that littered your entire body and rest of your bed nearly from head to toe.
For the past 3 hours, you’ve been sitting hunched over in a cramped, criss-cross- apple-sauce position on your bed, finishing the commissions you were sent over two weeks ago.
The girls who requested it needed it in an hour, and they had dm’ed you that they were 10 minutes away from your dorm.
Buuut luckily, with the power of insomnia and dedication, you met the deadline with a couple minutes to spare.
Across yours, on Aria’s bed, both her and your lolita-type waitress outfits laid there expectantly, as if to judge you for your late timing (at this point, is anyone surprised?).
She was in the shower, doing her own prep routine that you’d soon need to follow to get ready.
Only a few days after the letter was sent, the two of you had purchased your outfits together at a cute pop-up store in Harajuku, where you both ended up snagging donuts in the midst of the shopping spree.
The persona you were given corresponded with favorite color combinations of the 5 girls that were selected to manage the place, two of which were you and Aria.
You were “Minty,” as the colors you chose were brown and a green-ish teal, a reminiscent color combo from the 2000s that used to be popular (and that you’ve been obsessed with since finding a vintage, plaid skirt with those exact colors).
Aria was “Cherry,” due to her love for the fruit, which translated to lip balms, dresses, shoes, purses, you name it.
The best part about the process was that the old, kind man that ran the place allowed all the managers to choose their own outfit pieces as long as it fit his requirements featuring traditional waitress elements.
You all were going to run the place after all, besides looking cute for yourselves.
As for the other 3 girls, it was a mystery.
The only things you and Aria were told by the owner, enthusiastically at that, were their relatively close ages, the fact that they attended the same university as exchange students in a different department of your school, and that they would “get along,” nicely with the two of you.
It wasn’t much to go off of, but it still just made you both excited to meet them.
It didn’t take the two of you a while to move in tandem, getting dressed relatively fast, and then, there you were.
Even simply standing in front of the building, you couldn’t help the drop of your jaw at how lively the place looked.
A complete 180 from the fading shop that so weakly called your name weeks earlier; your savior heart couldn’t help but warm at the improvement.
You turned to see Aria stretching her hand out, tilting her head expectantly.
And with two clasped hands, you both entered.
Wasn’t that in a Disney movie too?
But genuinely, you couldn’t find a more cornier, perfect description of the rebranded place.
The walls hummed with life, colors dancing around with a calm beckoning, and the structure of it all…you were speechless.
“This…is the best thing I’ve ever seen…”
You murmured, grazing the intricate carvings of the entrance until it ended to reveal something greater.
Aria chuckled, glancing around in awe herself.
Behind the club’s small waiting area, the two paths on either side diverged into an open space.
On the right, had a bar styled area that smelled of fresh mocktails and variations of lemonade (a bit tropical, it seems), definitely Aria’s contribution to the place.
She was a beach girl, through and through.
The amount of times she watched H20 reminded you of your sister, and that obsession quickly spiraled into her desire to become a mermaid.
Her innovation seemed to be a mix of classic beach bars and an ice cream parlor with a more modern, teen-ish feel with the assortment of colors and dessert decorations, definitely fitting for the club’s name.
On the left, the cramped area that used to be a wall was now extended to reveal numerous tables and private seating areas, definitely contributing to the “club” feel.
In the far distance, an elevated stage was set up with an entire dj booth, a large computer next to it, seemingly where people could enter in the songs they wanted to be performed (with or without assistance from the teen managers/sung by themselves).
It was a quirky new concept you’ve never heard of, almost a mix of a concert and karaoke.
Maybe something that one of the other girls added.
On top of that, the stage, which was a round platform in the center of the room, diverged into multiple paths, weaving between the couch-seats and the stand alones, further adding to that ‘concert’ feel.
It was clear and illuminated by built-in LED's, a neo touch that reminded you of 2000s IPOD ads.
It seems like we’re not the only ones here that have good taste.
You and Aria looked at each other, grinning, both wanting to split up to explore further.
As you took to the left side, something caught your attention.
Although there were numerous seating areas, 5 seemed to be much grander than the others, most likely the reserved space for the “special guests” teased by the letter from yesterday.
Also, there were a shit ton of seats.
It really made you wonder what crowd could be attracted to this place, something not even guaranteed to be a success yet?
Jpn.“It seems like you’ve found the guest tables, Minty-kun,” a voice spoke beside you.
Your body automatically imitated those terrified cartoon cat animations with how quickly you jumped away.
Jpn.“S-Sakamoto-san! Don’t sneak up on me like that! My mom’s side has heart issues you know, which I very much have inherited!”
You chided, crouching down and clutching your chest in an attempt to slow the rapid beating underneath it.
Jpn.“Sorry, Sorry. I’m not trying to worry you on your first day.”
He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck bashfully.
Mr. Sakamoto was the old man who owned the club, an older gentleman that lived a quiet life with his wife.
His hair was a mix of grey and white, yet surprisingly little balding, a slim mustache that curled up on the right side, and a cane, which he claimed he didn’t need, but used to fit in with the aesthetic of his age (allegedly).
He told Aria, that fateful day, that his business had lost its customers over time since only he and his wife were managing the place.
During his youth, he once had the dream of creating an elevated place for people to relax in the intense workforce that Japan prided itself on having, to possibly alleviate the taxing, draining effects it had on people.
But as the years went on, trends continued and died, and soon, karaoke places were never a popular topic of conversation for adults, especially once the culture turned to more youthful, social events that the aging couple had never engaged in.
They soon grew old and frail over the years, only holding on to a sliver of hope that someone would come along, someone who had the same dream as them, to bring the place back to life.
His story broke you and Aria’s hearts, hearing such a lively place be forgotten, when its potential simply hadn’t been met with the right people.
That was the moment that the two of you decided to make into a mission.
He started to walk towards one, to which you followed.
Jpn.“What I meant to say, in a non-scary way, was that the designated tables for our guests who are coming tonight have cards on them, so you girls know where to direct them.”
You looked at a table sign that had a little image drawn on it. Inscribed on it, gold letters that read “BM,” on it were seen.
Jpn.“Do you happen to know when they’re arriving, Sakamoto-san?”
You questioned, looking around to see if your feature had made it into the decor (you hoped it did, because what was your purpose here then?)
Jpn.“Not exactly. Their chaperones weren’t very direct, except that they’d begin entering around, what was it? 8 pm?”
He checked his watch briefly.
“It is 6 pm now, Minty-kun, so you might want to finish your tour before opening the club! That way, you’d have time to prepare for them.”
“Wait, Sakamoto-san. Who even are these–”
It seemed like your new boss unlocked hearing loss, because he soon turned away, probably going to search for Aria next.
You still had no idea, and it had been itching at you for days.
Sighing, you figured that the rest of the tour would have to wait.
As you approached the front, 3 girls, presumably the other managers, walked in, and you couldn’t help but gawk at them.
Each of them represented other ice cream flavors. Vanilla, Peach, and was that Rocky Road??
That’s one crazy variation.
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