"We're celebrating at the pub today, drinks on me," the Boss announced to his crewmates, once seeing the previous relationship take off by successfully board the taxi that had conveniently wandered near the port in the middle of the night. Cheering could be heard from the Boss's subordinates, the only thing they enjoyed more then their job was soon high quality booze, and they weren't even paying for it.

The six shippers had packed up the scene and loaded their props all onto their jet black automobile, a huge, totally not suspicious van, and everyone had gotten into their seats. "(Pub name)'s good with everyone, right?" the Boss asked, sliding the key into the ignition and firing up their ride, which made a roar in return. Nods and sounds of approval were shared throughout the car as they began to drive back near the city, the sounds of crashing waves slowly vanishing, and clusters of chatter could be heard outside the window, mixed along with chatter between the own shippers.

As the car came to a halt and people came out of the car, and soon they've gotten a seat in the pub. "(Y/n), I need six (beer brand) drinks for table seven," a tall man ordered after taking them to their seats. "Yes manager," said male replied, moving his nimble feet around the crowded shop. "I'll be back to take your orders soon," the manager told them, before leaving to help out another large group of arriving costumers.

"Your beers, sir," the worker from before hastily placing down all the drinks. "Please enjoy," he replied, before rushing over to the manager's side, at an empty table. Nothing could escape the Boss' eyes, he could clearly see that glint in the worker's eyes. "That server just now's definitely into his manager," he said, immediately catching his colleagues' attention. "I knew the Boss was a workaholic," someone whispered, though said workaholic paid no attention to them. "Have you thought about what you'd like to order?" the manager, whose name tag said (U/n) asked them, with the worker, named (Y/n), following close behind, pulling out his notepad and pen to record what they said. The members of the Shippers ordered away, and soon were satisfied with the snacks. An idea had flashed through the Boss' mind, and he traded the half empty beer glass in his hands for the menu, and began to order an enormous amount of snacks, all small items, but pretty much ordered the entire snack menu.

"That'll be all, thank you," the Boss finished up, placing the menu back down. Both manager and worker seemed surprised, but the manager composed himself and told (Y/n) to go with him to the back to get started on the massive order. The Boss watched as they left. "What's the plan Boss?" one of the more enthusiastic shippers asked, leaning in. "Try and get them to spend as much time together, and hopefully they'll realize," he replied, drinking more of his beer. There was a lot of commotion that followed, it seemed the kitchen was rather busy due to the large order, and not long after, both the manager and young worker could be seen carrying many plates out to the table.

"We hope you will enjoy the food," (Y/n) said, as (U/n) came out with the last few dishes. However, a small accident was approaching. (U/n), along with all the warm scrumptious food, had somehow tripped, and were sent tumbling down onto the hard floor beneath. As (U/n)'s eyes widened as he prepared for the harsh impact, but someone else had made a quicker move. The Boss watched with a grin as (Y/n), who was previously standing right next to him, have moved to the other side of their table of six and just barely manage to catch his supervisor in his arms. (U/n) frantically grabbed the part time worker around the neck, hugging him with both arms to try and prevent his fall. The Boss could tell how much excitement was flowing through (Y/n)'s veins as he leaned in to held his boss up.

"Why don't you two kiss already!" The Boss shouted, and made eye contact with his fellow workers, who all quickly caught on, and began to chant some more. Soon, the entire pub was filled with supporters, all urging the seme to ask the other out already.

"S-sir!" (Y/n) shouted, immediately silencing the crowd and catching everyone's attention. "After work, do you want to get a drink with me?" he asked, face flushed from the thought of a public confession, and all the eyes that were glued to him and his crush.

"No," (U/n) replied, sternly and almost immediately.

"W-what?"

"Not today, it's almost midnight. Tomorrow we both have a day off, take me out then."

The room erupted in cheers and congratulations, as the seme nodded in agreement.

"Get a mop, there's still an hour till your shift is over," he said, walking back into the kitchen to take care of some business, though it was most probably to cool down his own face that had become red from all that has happened.

"Gweat jwob Bwoss," one of his co-workers said, his face stuffed with the yummy food that was ordered, couldn't let it go to waste.

"It's the job I'm proud of," he replied, eating as well.

"Sweem anwother shwip has swailed, where nwext Bwoss?"

"To another ship that needs a good shove to sail, obviously. Also, don't talk with your mouth full."