A low, misery-laced groan rattled up from the deepest pits of Deke's heart as what he could only assume was his fellow employees/ team mates passed him in the corridor.<br/><br/>Late was not his repartee and he scowled as the grim realization washed over him. He, himself, Deke, Master of the sub-conscious, dream weaver extraordinaire, magician of the mind, had goddamn missed his alarm for the umpteenth times it had been set to go off and over slept.<br/><br/>He grit his teeth and fished the offending mobile from his back pocket. It shone up cheerily at him the colours on the screen dancing-- it whined at him, a horrible, screeching tin can noise and he nearly dropped it out of sheer disgust, let alone shock before he realised that the dying noises the little contraption was emitting was the glorious vocals of 'Echo and the Bunnymen's', 'Killing Moon'.<br/><br/>"Loud enough when you want to be," he muttered darkly, glancing around to see who else it was irritating before finally putting it out of its misery, biting the bullet and hitting the answer button.<br/><br/>"Sarvarrrii!!!"<br/><br/>Deke held the phone at arms length.<br/><br/>Oh god, now there was a voice he couldn't mistake... he sighed like a tired convict on the chair adopting a hurry-up-and-flick-the-switch-mentality.<br/><br/>"How was your first day??"  the voice on the other end crooned... he could see the awful grin on the other end. If it wasn't his favourite customer! The kids name was Callie, Callie liked living in a dream state. Callie also liked opium and lazy Sundays in, but that was less of Deke's concern and more part and parcel of the whole cringe inducing, time eating package that was Callie.<br/><br/>"Wonderful," Deke murmured dryly, knowing exactly why the boy was calling, eyes searching for any possible way out... "They fed us cake and everything,"<br/><br/>"Reeaallly!?"<br/><br/>"Look I've got to let you go..." desperation was sinking in now... and then, like enlightenment on Buddah, it dawned on him. A figure-- christ, he could have been one of the beautiful bay watch boys, shaking glistening, salty water from his hair as he went for the hope he gave Deke!<br/><br/>"B-b-but Deek! Deek man!!"<br/><br/>With a small disgruntled noise in the back of his throat he hung up and loped over to the gentleman. Clearly he'd just left the hall, at least he'd know what was going on...<br/><br/>"You're part of the team, aren't you son?" Deke looked up at him, eyebrow cocked, lips taught with nerves.<br/><br/>He never usually felt his height until he stood next to someone relatively tall... Deke was, well he wasn't a big man by anyone's standards... still something in his nature itched to stand next to short people instead to at least gain SOME illusion of height...<br/><br/><br/><br/>(Couldn't describe Stef yet!! Sorry Phantom! :P *scratches back of head*)