Sam stammered. That certainly wasn't the reaction he was expecting. He signaled to the bartender that he'd like a beer, and sat down. "Well, uh, I just got off work, nothing really exciting there. Stocking shelves overnight. It pays the bills, I guess."<br/><br/>He fidgeted with his knuckle, looking down at it, for whatever reason unable to meet her gaze. Alyssa still had a fire in her eyes, and clearly in her wit, too.<br/><br/>"Nothing nearly as exciting as that, though," he raised his head and looked at her again. "So, ah, I take it there's a good story behind your boss being an ass?"