Lyle chuckled softly with a sigh. "No band. Just you. You're the only one brave enough to stay. A couple players come on Wednesdays, but unless you know anyone then its just you, honey." He looked at him with a shrug. "People wanting to work here regularly is rare especially since the raid at your last gig."<br/><br/>A Chinese woman with long jet back, pin straight hair walked in the break room wearing a fedora. She was barely five foot and had a thin frame but her expression was no bullshit. She looked like she could stab someone if provoked. She grabbed the coffee that was just made for her and downed it like a shot without even waiting for it to cool and then took Joe's coffee and downed that too. "What the hell, Mira!" Joe took his mug back and groaned.<br/><br/>"Your coffee tastes like shit. Lyle's magic hands didn't make that one." Mira said with a thick Chinese accent and swept her hair behind her. She went into a cabinet and pulled out  a bag of chips and took a seat on the couch with a long sigh. She wasn't in the lease apologetic for drinking Joe's coffee. She didn't seem to care about being lady like and even wore a men's suit that made her look an awful lot like a mobster especially with the hat on. She didn't acknowledge Dante's existence even as she was grabbing the chips from right next to him.<br/><br/>"Mira, stop being mean to Joe." Lyle said sliding a cup of coffee to Dante and starting yet another for Joe.<br/><br/>"He's a perv and I'm being quite nice. My foot isn't up his ass is it?" Mira scoffed and Lyle sighed wishing the two could get along.