Derek took the rag, a scowl seeming to be permanently fixed to his face as he quietly thanked Conner Going around back and locating the mirror he hissed as he took his lip ring out, rinsing it off as he stuffed it in his pants pocket. Hopefully it would still be there by the end of the night. He dabbed at the wound, trying to avoid looking at himself in the mirror. He was a handsome man, no doubt, with strong features and smooth, olive skin. He was never fond of the two beauty marks on the left side of his face, one just underneath his eyes and the other above his lip, but many people he met usually said they made him look more attractive. If he was being honest with himself he never got the allure to beauty marks. His head was shaved shorter at the sides but his hair was starting to grow in more, a generous amount of fuzz already trying to curl in on it's self. The man idly thought to himself that he aught to invest in a razor now that he didn't have a stylist to do his hair.<br/><br/>After making himself half-way decent another server showed him where to get aprons and they gave him a black button-up to serve with along with some rags. Derek felt out of place and shuffled around awkwardly, not sure what to do or how to act around everyone. This is what people did for a living? Sure, he already knew that, but the fact that he was forced to<i>serve</i>someone else irked him to no end. Didn't anyone know who he was? What he used to be? Derek didn't have much time to feel sorry for himself as he was briskly whisked away to training. He followed Conner like a lost puppy, trying to follow instructions and smiling tensely the entire time. After only an hour he was feeling the burn of his feet. At most he was carrying drink trays or one to two plates of food but he would look at Conner with wide eyes and wonder how the man ever managed to carry that much food on one tray and not drop it.<br/><br/>He didn't think he was doing a very good job at being nice either. Not only did other servers bump into him but he had to handle dirty dishes and other peoples food. It made him shiver knowing someone else had touched the plate. He kept repeating to himself that the only thing he had to do was get through the night. The man was carrying a plate of food now, following Conner to a table as he suddenly felt his foot catch on something. His heart stopped as he felt himself lurch forward, the plate of food coming up to his chest and spilling all over him. He cursed very loudly, drawing a few heads from the customers around them as they gaped.<br/><br/>"What are you staring at?!" He snapped at a woman, who jumped in her chair. This day was just getting better and better.