Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this new bit of serialized mischief… especially for the one with a fancy-schmacy title. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

A/N: Updates of this story will be based largely on whim and the dictates of the brand new Live Journal community mirsan fics, which holds bi-weekly writing contests. Most chapters will be drabble-length.

This drabble was originally posted to Live Journal on March 12, 2009.

Customer Service

Sango gave the first man to exit the back room an ireful glare that would have been much more satisfying if it'd had any effect. His smile only deepened, and he murmured something to his supervisor before returning to the front counter. "Are you the owner?" Sango crisply asked the silver-haired hanyou who approached.

"He's not here, but I run the place. Actual title is barista, for what it's worth." He tapped his nametag with a clawtip—'Inuyasha, Founder's Coffee Shop, Barista'. "If you're here about the job, you can take an application, but…"

"I don't want to work here; I want to complain!"

"Something wrong with my coffee?" he asked incredulously.

"It's not the coffee I have a problem with. It's the service!"

Inuyasha's eyes swung to the aproned man taking orders from a lengthy queue of young women. "What'd he do?"

Sango gaped in disbelief. "He did exactly what he's still doing!"


"He made unnecessarily personal remarks about my appearance… and insinuated a few things I'd rather not repeat," she snapped.

Inuyasha sighed. "Miroku's one of this place's main draws. He flirts with the ladies, and they keep coming back for more. It's harmless… and it's good for business."

"It's insulting."

Golden eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "You don't find him… charming?"

"Hardly," Sango replied flatly.


"Please," she said with a roll of her eyes.


She hesitated, then muttered, "Looks aren't everything."

The hanyou smirked. "And she's honest, too! So… how would you like to work here?"

End Note: This drabble was written for the Live Journal community iyissekiwa and their prompt for Contest #72—Run. 250 words.