[IC] Nights Bar and Grill(Open Posting, read ooc)

[Tyler Night]

Opens the bar and grill for the day at 11am turning on the pizza ovens, flat top grill, flame broiler and deep fryer then waits for the lunch rush to start. Leaves the bar area closed for the time being as liquor can't be dispensed until 1pm.

[FreeCheetoz]

I walk in, and a waitress asks if I want a booth or a table.
I reply that I would like a table, and she leads me to one.
Handing me a menu, I look over the contents as she walks away. Hopefully I'll get to see Tyler, someone I had met before. We were only aquaintinces, but I knew he worked here.

[Tyler Night]

Rolls out some cracker pizza dough, a dough that is either grilled or baked for a crispy texture. Receives an order for a bacon and ham pizza on a grilled cracker crust, he grills the dough for about a minute getting it bubbling on one side then flips it over. He tosses on pancetta and apple wood smoked bacon first then prosciutto and iberian ham onto the pizza crust then some muenster and parmegiana romano cheese letting it melt slightly before calling out. "Order up!"

[FreeCheetoz]

When the Waitress returns, I ask for the Bacon and Ham cracker crust pizza. She asks if Half or whole.
"Whole please."

[Tyler Night]

Receives another order for a whole bacon and ham cracker crust pizza from the bar side of the restaurant. Having pulled out the dough already he just repeats his process again, taking only about 5 minutes for the pizza this time. Ringing the bell to the bar side. "Order up!"

[RedNightHunter]

A lady in black pants and grey combat boots walks into the restaurant. Tugging off her jacket she straightens her red shirt over her two sheaths before being led to a table.
"I'd like the Bacon burger please." she says to the waitress.
Leans back in her chair and sighs. She had a long day.... Takes out her sketchbook and finishes the last stanza of the poem she had written on her dragon sketch.

[Tyler Night]

Receives an order for a bacon burger and as the waitress is moving away he says. "Ask her what cheese or if she just wants the bacon and the burger." The waitress heads back as Tyler goes to work seasoning the grill for the burger. "Excuse me miss, was that with or without cheese?"

[RedNightHunter]

Ming looks up, at the waitress.
"Oh yes, cheddar please,"
Puts down her sketchbook as her phone rings.

[Tyler Night]

As the waitress returns Tyler tops the burger with some shredded cheddar cheese. He slaps down the buns for the burger to toast them on the flat top. Several minutes pass and he adds some bacon to the burger then removes the buns and smears the top bun with aioli, layering pickles, lettuce, tomato then burger on the bottom bun. He plates it all with some thick cut fries seasoned with a home made chili salt, leaving the top bun on the side for easy access for extra sauces on the burger. He sends the burger through the window. "Order up!"

[Rusalka]

A skinny, blue haired girl stumbles into the bar, her wild, unkempt mop hidden underneath a floppy, dark gray beanie. She had a red and black flannel shirt tied around her waist, when it was supposed to be covering up her sleeves of tattoos and her dingy gray Misfits tank-top. She also had on her charcoal colored skinny jeans and her black and white converse high tops, her typical attire for work. "Sorry I'm late." She said to Tyler, already at work behind the grill. The smell of food, it was damn near intoxicating, especially to a girl who spent nearly three years on the open road, not a bite to eat. She grabbed up her apron, tying it tight, and clocked in, ambling towards the back room where she always cut up produce before the lunch rush.

[Tyler Night]

Moves towards the back prep area with a plate of day old chocolate chip cookies. "We need these cubed." He breaks up a couple cookies and has a bite of one. He heads back out to the grill area and receives an order for a large root beer float. He prepares the ice cream in a shaker cup then fills it with an entire 32 ounce bottle of frostop root beer. He blends it up on a machine while he waits for more orders to come in.

[Rusalka]

"Gotcha." She replied while chopping up a few tomatoes, some for burgers and other sandwiches while the others were for salads and such. The small radio in the prep room had her indie folk mixtape already in it, the first song playing, Lost Watch by Seabear. After finishing up the tomatoes, she grabbed the plate of cookies and started cubing them, a nice topping for shakes, ice creams, and other such sweet concoctions. Slyly, she snuck a bite while she was cutting them up. Once those were done, she moved on to cutting up the rest of the vegetables, grabbing a head of lettuce.

[Tyler Night]

Heads back to the root beer float and pulls it from the mixing machine pouring it into a large glass topping it with some non alcoholic rum flavored whip cream. "Order up!" he says as he slides it through the window to the bar side.

[Rusalka]

She finished up cutting lettuce, along with a few onions and some potatoes for homemade french fries, making sure they were nice thick cuts too. Tyler was a stickler for that sort of thing. After the produce was prepped for the day, she cleaned her area neatly and began her usual chores, sweeping and mopping, taking inventory of their stock, and doing dishes. It wasn't even past 12 and already a monolith of dishes was waiting for her in the sink. She figured that better get out of the way first. With a crack of her knuckles she got to work, the tedious process of scrubbing and spraying before finally rinsing them off and stacking them neatly on the drying rack.

[Tyler Night]

Waits around not getting any orders for some 15 minutes then suddenly the lunch rush starts and the place begins filling up. Waves of people making their way in at noon almost on the button. He becomes swamped with orders, receiving 8 separate orders in the course of 5 minutes. Orders ranging from large 5 topping pizza's and hot wings to banana and chocolate milkshakes. He keeps busy for 45 minutes until the rush calms down, he watches as most the groups begin leaving, a few people sticking around after the rush but most are gone. He smiles seeing the rest of the cooks arrive. "I am gonna get out front to the bar." He says as he removes chefs coat and walks out of the kitchen.