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This is on my character Song. As for why he's called Elise, it cause his family was rather big and his father always confused with one of his sisters. Yes Song is pretty.

“Eek!” That was the familiar yell of Juliet, one of Song’s waitresses, as her rump was grabbed by one of the rowdier men at the far right table. The men there seemed pretty drunk with empty pitchers laying on the floor and they were bothering some of the customers. However they did pay in full and they were still customers themselves. Song wanted to go over there and set them straight for messing with his waitresses… that is of course if the arm of the man who grabbed her, wasn’t twice the size of Song’s head. “Elise!” Juliet hissed at Song as she came up to the counter where Song was working, “Do something. They’re grabbing us and bothering everyone.” Juliet, a fiery blonde, demanded of Song. The only thing Song did was sighed and leaned over, planting his chin in his hand, his arm propped up on the counter.

“Come on Elise. They’re really bothering everyone.” She placed both hands on her hips and gave him a glare. “Fine I’ll see what I can do.” He said in defeat before starting to walk toward the table when he saw another one of his girls being molested. “What kind of service is this?” The lead man asked loud enough to make a small scene, “Get me your owner.” He yelled and Song groaned out loud. Juliet quickly walked up to Song, “Come on, what you waiting for?” she demanded. Song slowly turned to her, his face mortified, “His hand… it’s bigger then my face… he’s going to crush me…” Song over dramatically whimpered the last part for a last ditch effort to get some pity so he wouldn’t have to go approach them.

“The owner is Elise.” The other girl, the one who was just molested, said softly. “The owner is a woman?” The man asked surprised, “Damn she must be pretty hot since you all here are. Bring her out! I want to drink with her.” The man demanded his group started laugh and agree, while pounding the table with a chant. “That’s it! I’m dead.” Song turned around and started to run towards the kitchen. Juliet caught the collar of his blue robe, but was simply dragged along. “Come on grow a backbone!” Juliet was yelling, but no one notice over the noise of the louder then usual night. “I can’t!” Song cried out before another one of his girls grabbed him and another till he was finally stopped just inside of the kitchen. “You know…” Juliet got that look on her face again and Song was instantly afraid, that look was never good. “If they think the owner is a girl… we’ll give them one…” she said with a smile, though Song was confused and trapped by his own employees. “Say Song… I mean Elise. What’s your waist size…?”

About 10 minutes later

“So you’re the owner?” The drunken man asked with a slur, his cheek red and he was laughing while chewing on a chunk of meat. “Oh.. yes I am.” A delicate voice answered him. It was Song who answered him and it was Song who was sitting on his lap: forced into a dress and faked wig, lined with makeup, and had wads of paper towels for shoved into the dress for breasts. Luckily the group was too drunk to notice the odd discomfort of ‘Elise’ even though it was obvious for anyone watching. Actually Song passed as a fairly attractive woman to the surprise of his girls. With his slender frame and smooth facial features, he even fooled the sober customers. In his situation right now, he looked like a damsel in distress… wait… wasn’t he suppose to be the hero?