[Zane]

Job interviews are always a odd thing for Zane. People tend to not apply for the Stingray because they really wanted to work at a bar in San'ya. The people that usually apply for work at her bar are just insane enough or are enemies with the yakuza so they were non-starters. Not that Zane was annoyed that people wouldn't show up for open interviews. Half the time, she would get teenagers who should be no where near Izakaya like the Stingray or it was people that would show up for one shift and then leave. It was a vicious thing. It exhausted Zane but she preferred her method of doing things. Finding random desperate people that she would have convinced to be part of quirk experiments back in her Hojo days. 

Stretching a bit, she put up her feet on her go to seat at the bar. Hoshi, her bartender, wasn't in yet as the bar portion wasn't technically open. Only the restaurant part of the Stingray was open. It was mostly people on her lunch break. She would dip and out of the kitchen to cut meat but she preferred to just do general cooking. She didn't have that option at the moment though. Her meat cutter quit like 5 months ago and she hadn't found a replacement yet. The perks of owning a business. 

[Daisuke Hollow]

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"Do you have enough love in your heart,"

"To go and get your hands dirty?"

Dai dipped into the Stingray and paused at the door, his golden gaze shifting around the establishment as he took it all in. Unlike his usual more traditional attire, he was wearing updated work-casual clothing fitting of someone hoping to get a job. Except for perhaps the thin black nylon shirt he wore underneath, peeking out of his his dark navy dress-shirt to securely cover his arms and neck. When it came down to it, he couldn't make enough as a hitman when he was so picky about targets. Too often they were people he couldn't justify killing, and so he had been struggling with no proper income. He needed a job. A real job.

He wore a neutral expression as he approached the bar, dipping his head respectfully to a woman with green hair that seemed to have an air of authority that he hoped meant she was the owner he was looking for. He had heard the bar needed someone to prep and cut meat, and perhaps his skills with a blade was one of the few times his outdated art could be handy in the mundane world.
"Hello, my name is Daisuke Hollow." His voice was warmer than someone might expect considering his lack of facial expressions, though perhaps a little lacking in the confidence department. "I'm here about the prep job." 

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Zane ,

[Zane]

Oh Shit, someone showed up. Maybe those ads were working? Zane wasn't going to dwell on that. She was more worried about scanning the the overall appearance of the person who walked in. Usually, most people that come in for interviews look like they were sleeping in the trash bin outside the bar or they looked like they just busted someone's knee caps. The Yakuza in the area wanted to always get involved with the place. The old owner hated them and she didn't want to deal them. Daisuke looked normal enough, albeit looks can be deceiving. Getting up from her chair, she motioned to the seat that she just left. Scooting behind the bar, she pulled out a notepad from under the bar. Flipping through Hoshi's recipe notes, Zane eventually came to a empty page.

"Hello Daisuke. I'm Matsumea. You can call me Zane." Zane scribbled Daisuke's name on the notepad. "So, have you ever had experience preparing food? We are mostly a yakiniku place so it's mostly just cutting meats and putting them on plates to take out to the customers. I do any of the cooking for the kitchen cooked dishes. Any problems with doin that sort of work?" Zane wanted to get the general vibe of what the person was about. A job like food preparer is a bit of a boring job after all.

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Dai sat down in the seat and forced his shoulders to relax as he looked curiously at the notepad for a moment before back to Zane.
"Not in a restaurant," He admitted. "But I have experience cutting and prepping meat from a past job at a butchers, so I've been properly trained to use knives." It might not be the true reason for why he exceled in knives, but it wasn't a lie either. He had spent a lot of time at his uncle's butcher shop helping out as part of his blade training before he came to Tokyo. It wasn't glorious, but frankly Dai didn't expect any job to be at this point. Someone had to do it.

"No problems with it at all, sounds like a good job." That hadn't been a lie either, surprisingly. Compared to what he had done for money since leaving U.A., cutting up and serving meat sounded mundane and maybe even enjoyable in comparison. He just wanted a shred of normalcy in his life.

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Zane,

[Zane]

Well, that is a decent start. Working in a butchers shop usually would provide the experience that one would need to be a food preparer. Most normal jobs would ask for a reference of some sort to corporate such story but Zane hardly had tat luxury. Last time she tried to call references or asked for references, she got ghosted and the person ended up moving on from the job. It was a rather frustrating experience. Hoshi just ended up walking into the job so it ended up working out. She kinda just hoped people that would be a perfect fit would just sort of walk in.

Ignoring those thoughts, she did her usual background questions. "So, obviously, this isn't the nicest area in Tokyo. We have some interesting clientele. Organised crime types, people down on their luck, underground heroes, and locals in the area. It can be dicey leaving at night. We usually close at 4 AM so some unsavoury types might be wandering around. Is that going to be a problem?" Zane would say, writing up some notes to herself.

"Related to this, are you connected to any shape or form to the yakuza? Have you ever been convicted of a major felony? If you have, what was it?" Zane would write some more notes before adding "These are just routine questions so don't feel nervous or anything."