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lovemykiltPriestly wasn't generally the sort to call out from a shift without being, like, dead or recovering therefrom (it was a little sad that he knew that about himself), but he'd've been sorely tempted to, today. As it was, most of the staff had commented that he looked "like shit on toast, dude" and a few customers had politely asked for a different server.
Yeah, it was the best day ever.
He tried not to rub at his eyes as he looked over the diner, keeping an eye out for one customer in particular and trying not to obviously look at the other customers who should be scattered about, laying low and ready to jump in if things went terribly.
He was not cut out for this sneaky stuff. After this, he was going somewhere where he didn't have to be sneaky at all for awhile.
[ooc: for plot buddies!]
Yeah, it was the best day ever.
He tried not to rub at his eyes as he looked over the diner, keeping an eye out for one customer in particular and trying not to obviously look at the other customers who should be scattered about, laying low and ready to jump in if things went terribly.
He was not cut out for this sneaky stuff. After this, he was going somewhere where he didn't have to be sneaky at all for awhile.
[ooc: for plot buddies!]
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