Waiters. Ryoma didn't even know what that word meant. But hey, whatever it took to get them a place to sleep, right?

So off they went. Ryoma headed to the restaraunt and paused by it's entrance, looking around slowly. This was certainly different from what he was used to, not at all like the inns he had stayed at in Japan. Then he reminded himself that this city was decidedly western and so things were expected to be surprisingly different. By now he had let L's arm go, but he looked back at him and blinked confusedly. "Okay.. so... what do we do now?"

Before Ryoma could have his question answered, a rather short, heavy set man in a suit roughly tugged the samurai by his bad arm, off to the side. He let out an abrupt yelp, but found the chubby man's fingers covering his mouth to silence him. He eyed him over with suspicion.

"You," the fat man said. "You and that guy." Of course he was referring to L. "You're the ones who're gonna be fill ins, aren't ya? Gio already gave me the call so youse guys can go right to work, unnastand? Back room's ova there," and he nodded in the direction of a door on the other side of the restaraunt. "Yer gonna need uniforms too, you can get them there. Work until eight o'clock, then we'll letcha go up to yer rooms, okay? Okay, good."

Ryoma was confused as all hell.