Letting out the final drag of his cigerette, he dropped it on the floor, squished it with the sole of his shoe, and quickly re-entered the bar--washing his hands and face, just to make sure (He used the kitchen sink)
Now, going to the door to the front, he saw a bunch of people inside. Many more customers and many more employees. Daisuke felt like kicking himself for smoking and not doing his job first thing. He promised himself he'd punish himself later. Right now, there were things to be done...but he'd have to see which customer would be served immidiently. Looking around the crowed, he waited, yet looked inconspicious...
However, he tapped his foot of impatientness. Daisuke was strange like that, but he was also strange in many other ways as well...