No you don't! [Mission]

Mission:

Homura was not made for menial labor. That's what she learned through this event today. While searching for something to do, our resident number 1 troublemaker had gotten a mission to fill in for a restaurant for the night. Apparently, one of the workers had caught a terrible fever and they couldn't make it for their shift. At first, Homura was very worried about taking this mission. She had never worked in a restaurant before, and she feared that her rough nature would get her in trouble. And, as she predicted, that's exactly what happened.

The very minute Homura started servicing, the customers got an earful of her aggressive words to them. Some of them were ordering too fast, so she demanded that they slowed down before she rammed the table and chairs into their face. Then there were some that were just plain rude and filled with attitudes towards Homura. The Uchiha particularly really hated those people. She went out of her way to pour water over their heads and show equal amounts of attitude back at them. For one person in particular who said something wrong to her, she punched him so hard that she sent him flying out of the window.

Eventually, Homura was sent to the back of the kitchen to cook. She did that pretty well... Until she started burning a few meals. Homura had a strange attraction to fire. Giving her the free reigns to burn something over a blazing flame was just inviting disaster. Upon the minute she started cooking, the fire alarms started to blare, and the building had to be evacuated for a bit.

At this rate, Homura was willing to give up and go home. Servicing people just wasn't her specialty. Punching people worked better for her than smiling at them and pretending to be friendly.

While Homura was preparing to give the boss of the restaurant her resignation notice, Homura caught a few people trying to skip out on paying their meal. "Not on my watch!" she said as she bounded for them and slammed her fist into both of the escaping criminal's heads. She dragged them back to the restaurant and made them pay for what they ate. It was then that the manager of the place understood the perfect use for Homura. For the rest of the night, Homura was placed near the door and made to guard it. If anybody tried to run without paying, she would beat them down and force them to pay. She did this to 4 more customers before others started understanding.

When the night was over, Homura was paid nicely for her services. "Another job well done," she said to herself as she walked home to get some rest.