The night was almost over, and the bun couldn’t be happier. Tonight had been so busy for the club. The thought that perhaps, people would decide to stay home. That’s what he thought at least. It seemed that, even with this killer out there, “The Lover”, people still wanted to go out when it was dangerous. Then again, Tokki was the same way. Having someone out there doing what he done wasn’t that frightening. Besides, he was never someone targeted. There was something about him that kept people away.
A rag is run over the glass in his hand, drying off the glasses that had been washed. A few more, some cleaning up after the last few people leave, and then the bun could finally go home.
But, there were still customers. Tokki turns a smile to one, lifting the glass he had just washed. “Drink?”