A large, muscular demon flames into Club Bast, clearly powerful enough to bypass all of Mel's precaustions. His bald head is covered with black and red tribal tattoos that go down to his neck and onto his arms which are visible because of his denim shirt with the sleeves torn off. His black jeans are tattered and worn, but held up by a rather new looking black leather belt. He snarls as he looks from side to side, looking for the owner. He begins to crash through the bar and heads towards the dance floor.

The gray foggy mist had acsended from the ground in a small swirl, blowing a gentle summer evening breeze across the room. The mist spun for three full 360 degree circles before it died down leaving behind the handsome earth elemental, Matthew. That was weird. He said as he grabs his head, still feeling as if the room was spinning in circles. "I feel sick." He slowly inched himself to one of the empty chairs, planting his butt in it with the hope of regaining his balance. How does she deal with all that spinning and smoke.

It didn't take him long to revert back to his normal self, after just sitting there for a few seconds. He then looked around the club, seeing that it seemed to be nice and clean for the evening. Maybe we could add a little decorations to get this place some flare. He felt his feet press against the stone river as he flowed towards the dance floor.

Mel moves into the bar area and looks around. He turns and looks to Matt. "Ususally we moves the chairs from off the tables and place them back down onto the floor." He says as he starts to go over what he should do before they open. He moved around the bar and looks over at Matthew. "Make sure all the glasses are clean and prepared. Make sure you have enough beverages." He says as he moves showing him where everything as he talks.

He moves and picks up a sheet from under the bar. "If you forget what a drink is or don't even know what it is this is what we have in our stock and all." He says playing it back and then he moves over to a door which leads to the storage room. "This is where all the beverages are stocked and napkins, straws." He said and moves taking a key out of his pocket. "Don't lose it. It will be your only one. It opens the storage room door." He says as he looks around wondering if that is everything. "Well get to it. Let me so how you do." He says.

Matthew walks behind Mel, as if he was his own shadow, listening to all the instructions about his new job. He was happy to have a job and he can start pulling his own weight with rent and a few of the bills at the castle. It was just what they had decided on to help keep the castle in top shape, since they where going to be living in it. I just hope the tips and pay are good. While his mind dwelt on home a deeo voice shock his eardrums.

Cups clean, Chairs down, Storage room, and key. "Gottcha boss man. Sounds like a piece of cake." He said with a cheezy grin growing across his face while his fingers gripped the leg of a nearby chair. "Does this place usually get packed?", he was only curious because the more people the more tips he would make. He reached for another chair placing it right side up, just moving down the line taking down the row of chairs.

Mel looks to the kid and wonders if he is listening to him. This makes him frown a little and just shakes his head. He looks like he was off on another world for a moment there. Then the kid speaks and he releases that doubt for the moment. He watches Matthew as he moves going about to place the chairs down. Mel moves and sits on a stool at the bar watching him.

"Isn't it a bar?" He says as if that was his answer. He chuckles and gestures his hand around. "Yes at times. Sometimes it do have it's down nights like when things are going on. But it's fairly crowded." He says as he watches him and chuckles a little to himself. (He just make work.)

Matt placed the last chair on the floor and slid it under the counter. Perfect. He smiles as he dances over to the other side of the counter, feeling back at home when he was a bartender earlier. This should be a piece of cake. "Yeah I guess your right", he said with a hint of laughter rolling off his tongue.

He turns on his heels, using the old ancient looking key, and unlocks the storage cooler taking out straws and napkins. "So is there anything else I need to know?" He askes while he finished gathering all of the items he will need before the doors opened and the crowd comes flooding in.

Mel looks down to his watch seeing that they open in thirty minutes and the kid did pretty good. He isn't a rookie, good. He offers him a nod of his head in show that he was impress that the kid was doing well so far. It isn't that Mel don't think that Matthew is very bright, he just takes this very seriously. He wants to make sure that Matthew can handle it. He feels now that he can and it makes him smile a little. "Not that I can think of right now." He says as he looks around and then looks at Matthew.

"The doors open at eight thirty and no sooner. No serving any kids drinks." He says as he puts a little emphasis on this. He's pretty sure that Matthew knows that of course. Well he hopes he would, he looks around once again before looking back to Matthew. "Any questions?"

He refilled all the napkin and straw holders while he listened to Mel's words. It was a piece of cake, at least at the moment. The last bar he worked at seemed to have been busy from sun up till sun down, and never a break inbetween. That placed never seemed to rest but what could one have expected of a bunch of old folks and college students with nothing better to do with their time. "Good to know."

He took the filled holders and slide then down the bar, each one stopping in its proper place. Still got it. It was an old trick he picked up from an friend that was the best bartenders whose counter he ever had the pleasure of sitting down at, it was that very guy that got him into the whole bartender idea. "Eight thirty on the dot I think I can handle that boss man." He smiled as he gave a small salute. "Sir no sir."