<em>"Another late cut..."</em><br/><br/>Stifling a yawn, Chris climbs the stairs two at a time, shrugging out of the starchy black shirt he has to wear during his shift. It had been a hectic day. A birthday party (decent money, but a whole lot of work with six kids sat the table), and a confrontation with another waiter in the afternoon had pretty much drained all of his desire to do anything but nap... but here he is, like clockwork.<br/><br/>At least some time gaming<em>should</em>help him shed some of the day's exhaustion. It's definitely preferable than listening to that d-bag Giovanni make idle threats and harass customers all afternoon, for sure... Though from the looks of it, a few people have already arrived. And Jack seems to have something new in hand...<br/><br/>"Urgh. Evenin', all. Hope you guys' day was a little less crazy than mine..." Chris gives everyone a tired smile, and walks over to plop down on one of the commons' couches. "What's the game tonight?"