As Angie began cooking the steak, Mr. Quinn called a staff meeting. She kept working as she listened because perhaps she would catch up with the lightning fast Fitz. ”I’m not sure if everyone’s aware, but there’s a concert goin’ on downtown and once that’s out I have no doubt that they’ll be comin’ in here for food and drinks. They’re going to be loud and probably obnoxious, so let’s not let it get out of hand in here. And I swear, whoever keeps breaking the glasses I’m finding in the trash…it’s going to come out of your paycheck. And if you showed up late today; you know who you are, I expect you to stay late in return. And take over cleaning duty. You all know where the brooms and vacuums are. Take care of the windows while you’re at it, too. That is all, now get back to work!” Mr. Quinn announced. Well she had been here all day, so there was no worry of her having to stay later and clean, but the announcement of the concert had her a little dismayed. That meant that rowdy drunks would eventually spew the food she had worked so hard to cook down a drain somewhere. "Lovely..." she mumbled under her breath sarcastically.

She had at least six more slips to fill after this steak. As she put the steak dish in the window for pickup, she read the other slips. Lime Chicken and Shrimp Kabobs That's fairly easy, it's a good thing I anticipated this and marinated the chicken earlier. Scallops Charleston Hadn't seen that one in a while. Salmon Lemon Brodetto with Pea Puree Do I put mint or basil in that dish...Mint, yup mint. Crab Cakes That's the fourth order tonight! Well, we are in Seattle. Surf and Turf Salad Oh thank god, that's the easiest one. Five orders of Chicken Fingers Who orders chicken fingers here?! Cheapskates... She kept in mind to make that extra order of fries for Bry, and went right to work.

She really wanted to make blackened catfish one day. It was really popular in the south and it was one of her favorite dishes. Simple to make, but it had flavor like you wouldn't believe. She wanted to ask Mr.Quinn today, but he didn't seem like he was in a good mood, so she decided to wait for a better time.

Don't think that, Cass the children here at Quinn's are just... Different, if you prefer to call 'em that. Besides, wee tykes are cute... Most of the time."

"Ya they can be all sorts of cute, but if I get one more spitball directed at my forehead ...." Before she could continue with her little schpeal at Fitz Mr. Quinn walked in an announced a few things about the day.

”I’m not sure if everyone’s aware, but there’s a concert goin’ on downtown and once that’s out I have no doubt that they’ll be comin’ in here for food and drinks. They’re going to be loud and probably obnoxious, so let’s not let it get out of hand in here. And I swear, whoever keeps breaking the glasses I’m finding in the trash…it’s going to come out of your paycheck. And if you showed up late today; you know who you are, I expect you to stay late in return. And take over cleaning duty. You all know where the brooms and vacuums are. Take care of the windows while you’re at it, too. That is all, now get back to work!”

Cassie gave a small smirk and then glanced around the room at her fellow coworkers, immediately searching for Sammy in the group. Broken glasses were probably because of Quinn's newest waitress but Cassie felt a little bad for her. She was nervous, and new so it was understandable she would break a few glasses during her time.

"Oh broken glasses would be my bad Mr. Quinn. I didn't have coffee, you know how I get the shakes without it." She flashed a small grin as she lifted up her hand to show him, and attempted to tremble as much as possible. As she moved back out towards the madness, she quickly brushed past Sammy and whispered "Try to be a bit more careful hm?" While she didn't look at her, she would still flash a smile and begin to walk by the bar, getting her margarita ready for the chicken fingers mother.

When she reached the bar, Cassie would slam her hand down on the table and smile at the two bartenders. "Someone please make me a strawberry margerita, and if you add a bit more booze I'd appreciate it. This lady needs a get away from her kids. "

It was not difficult for Jamie to communicate with Bry, she was one of those girls that rarely if not never reacted to his flirting in a negative way, because honestly, he's never met anyone as neutral and unaffected before. It was refreshing and at the same time frustrating. Jamie was more than willing to keep their friendship platonic, the only person on the staff that Jamie ever had interest in was Cassie, but that's only because the girl intimidated him when no woman has done before.

“Thanks J, but I know better than to drink anything you make me.”

"Smart thinking," he replied, continuing with the string of customers as Bry breezed away, eventually Kirk and Jessica as well. Jamie could already see the dent in their staff the moment he glanced around, only him left to fend for himself, but at the same time, the place gained a peaceful atmosphere with everyone cooped up in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, at the meeting, Sammy peeked from behind someone at the sound of Cassie's comment, she saved her behind. And Sammy thought this Cassie girl was always cranky and in no mood to deal with anyone.

"Try to be a bit more careful hm?"

"Oh totally, thanks!" Sammy called to her back, turning around to return to her tables with a big smirk curling her lips.

The meeting didn't last long, everyone was back in record time, Jessica with the blotch and Kirk with his take control attitude.

"Hey, maybe if you'd pay more attention to what you're doing back there than your Blue Man Group auditions we wouldn't be so damn congested back here!"

Jamie looked up in the process of serving someone a Jack and Coke. Mikey, of course.

"Why don't you keep your little childish remarks to yourself,"

"Why don't we all just start a bar brawl, huh?" Jamie joked, grinning at the two guys, clearly not impressed with either of their comments. His own patience was running thin, and he certainly didn't want to deal with these young men. A slam on his right distracted him from the two, as well as from the customer who was extending his arm out to him with an empty glass.

"Someone please make me a strawberry margerita, and if you add a bit more booze I'd appreciate it. This lady needs a get away from her kids. "

"Looks like you need the margarita more than she does," Jamie winked, pulling a tall, thin glass from the ice. "Frozen or on the rocks?"

Jess
Everyone kept throwing orders at Jess as she rushed to re-do the older man’s whiskey, she felt her hands stress as she whizzed from the counter and the shelf of drinks repeatedly.
"Wait, um what was that?" she asked a woman who rolled her eyes at her incompetence making her insides chill at the thought of messing up again.
Just as she handed the older man his Whiskey Kirk appeared his presence instantly making her relax because it reminded her that she wasn't alone. She was so grateful for his help especially at the panic she could feel brewing inside of her at the busy mess before them called customers.
"Sorry, my hand got bumped, it was over before I could save it" she sighed wiping up some of the whiskey on the counter with Kirk.

"Thanks for the-" Jess jumped in surprise cutting her words when Kirk suddenly burst out laughing "What? What is it?" she asked bright eyed and clueless like a baby
"Jess, you have a...uh...," he pointed to her face making her touch her cheek starting to become paranoid "What is it something on my face?"

"Oh man, what are we goanna do with you?" he continued making her face go red at the embarrassment she didn’t understand.
"Just tell me what it is would you?" she looked away at the floor about to get a paper towel when suddenly the call for a staff meeting was rose.
"Oh no..." she dreaded what was too come, nothing avoided James eyes as far she knew in her few weeks here at Quinn's.
"Alright, we'll finish this in a minute. If he sees us here and not at the staff meeting, we'll probably be in more trouble than we might already be in." Kirk said making her sigh.

However he made her smile when he shouted "Have no fear, I shall return in a moment," to the customers, always making a situation seem better than it was somehow.

Wondering into the kitchen trying to keep her head down Jess listened to what James had to say, when he mentioned people who were late had to stay behind and clean she froze and peeked at him from behind her fringe which she believed hid her. Worst mistake because James eyes fell on her at that moment making her cringe, "great, cleanup duty" she hated cleaning, and her room was the ideal example of that.

Rushing back to the bar Jess immediately began to clean up the rest of the spill on the counter and returned to acting like a broken record going back and forth from the counter, to the drinks, to the till, it was only just beginning to get so repetitive it was tiring when she noticed it was 8:30. "Not much longer" she thought aloud knowing she only had a few hours left, half her shift over.
However then she remembered she was on clean up which made her drop her head in dread.

Just as she did she lifted her head with good speed when someone from the crowd shouted "Hey, maybe if you'd pay more attention to what you're doing back there than your Blue Man Group auditions we wouldn't be so damn congested back here!"
Her face she knew must have turned bright red, she was doing the best she could, was that not good enough?
"Why don't you keep your little childish remarks to yourself," Jess looked over at Kirk as he shouted back into the crowd just as Jamie joined in with "Why don't we all just start a bar brawl, huh?" in a more joking tempo, she hoped that calmed the situation down.
It was nice that he did that but she felt guilty, it probably was her fault after all, she always messed up slowing everyone else down.
Would she ever get the hang of this job?

"But seriously girl, you need to wipe that off quick," Kirk continued with a slight laugh.
Wipe what off? She noticed his gaze was on her cheek as he laughed slightly again, oh! She had something on her face didn't she, she had completely forgotten when the staff meeting got called.
Blushing again she rushed to get a towel and wipe her cheeks, when she saw the blue paint rub off she must have turned even redder, had that been on her face all night? Good god no wonder people were staring at her like a weirdo.
"Thanks for letting me know" she rubbed her forehead feeling the stress again as she poured out a carley's "Has that seriously been on my face all night?" she asked Kirk as a couple of customers nodded in reply making her sigh all over again.
"You didn't have to do that you know, shout back at that comment, I’m the one at fault here so...." she didn’t really know what to say without it sounding strange "I deserve it with the way I work at the moment. Maybe I'm not cut out for this after all" she handed the customer his Carley's and moved to serve his change.
Tonight was really busy.

Alex actually liked the staff meetings in the kitchen at Quinn’s. It was the one time that the staff was actually standing still, and not running around in turbo-speed and yammering away about misbehaved kids, spilled drinks, or wrong food orders. James Quinn was highly entertain when he was trying to strict or angry, and he was sure to be amused whenever anyone tried to be smart and talk back. Case in point: Sammy. That was her name, right? Alex was fairly new himself, but he was still pretty sure that he could list off everyone’s name, if questioned.

”How are you gonna do that when you don’t know who did it…” He heard from behind him, and Alex’s lips curved into a grin, but he didn’t look back as not to draw attention to her. Of course, when the meeting was over, she was gone before he could even so much as turn around, so Alex just went right back to work to the never-ending pile of dishes.

Once the dinner hour grew later, the food orders in the restaurant slowed down, and the drink orders picked up. Alex was washing more glasses than he was plates, and the only food orders being taken was mostly for appetizers. The glasses were easy to clean, thanks to the dishwasher, so Alex left the kitchen to make himself useful out on the floor to the waiters. With a large tub in hand, he began to carefully collect empty glasses from some of the tables, wishing he could have a drink or two, too. Whiskey would definitely hit the spot right now after the long day he’d had with early morning classes and now a busy day at work.

“I got it,” Alex stepped in, cutting off one of the waiters without much hesitation to clear their table for them and wipe it down. His job description was pretty, well, dull. Anyone could do it. But he'd rather be wiping down tables and cleaning dishes, than deal with most of these lushes now that the concert had let out and traffic was really beginning to pick up.

"Here you go," Tabitha said with a smile as she placed the food on the table, "Medium rare lamb chop with black pepper sauce and salad on the side," The trophy wife sneered at the food then at Tabitha in disgust while her daughter thanked her before eating. Tabitha gave a warmer smile to ease it before leaving but not before hearing the mother say, "It'll make you fatter than you already are. Why can't you be more like your cousins?"

People like that disgusted her and that was saying something. She had a sinking feeling once she got back into the kitchen, taking a glass of water to sip on. Angie and Fitz were cooking behind, talking but she did not want to intrude. She saw the new girl, Sammy. She was nice but amazingly clumsy, breaking a window when they first met. Cassie was speaking to her. Tabitha liked Cassie because she always thought of her as an older sister when her's weren't around. Even Mikey, she found endearing.

She sat down on the floor, closing her eyes. Her hands started to flick on the floor with a small smile. She may not know it but she was in her own world, looking for a rest.

Fitz had managed to fill out the rest of his orders, humming small tunes as he carried on. There was an undeniable sort of content when he brought some of the last few orders of the last few minutes of 11 o' clock. The families that frequented the joint during dinnertime had slowly disappeared, and were now replaced by winos and drunks; in fact, he felt quite sorry for Jamie and Kirk now for the load they had now. It was amazing how you could just about identify every kind of drunk in this place. Perhaps it was one reason he stayed here instead of holding a decent job that suited him and his science degrees. Perhaps, for once, he liked to keep his mind off of all that potential stress and study people. He was getting quite tired of refreshing his mind by reading things way beyond the course he graduated from every single day. At this split-second thought, he smiled to himself, bringing an order of baked marble potatoes with cheese and extra bacon over to the pick-up window.

He stopped a while to take a breather and just enjoy the overall calm the kitchen had now. He took time to listen to the hypnotizing hum of the exhaust fans over the stoves, the clinks and clanks of the other cooks filling out orders, the strange buzz of people talking past those kitchen doors, sweat drops that trickled down his face and neck that he wiped away with his handkerchief, and his finger accidentally dipping in part of the medium-sized plate of fries that he'd set apart for Bry, Angie and himself. "Shit," he muttered to himself, taking the fry he'd poked a hole through and eating it. "Bry, Angie!" he called out, munching slowly on the large fry as he felt the food fill his empty stomach. "Quick, you two, before the fries get cold."

Fitz felt something vibrate in his pocket and quickly, he washed his hands to take the call. Hopefully it was important.
"So, you're a year older now, eh?" he heard in Gaeilge on the other line. 
"Dervila?" he said in gleeful disbelief. 
"What's the matter, baby bro? Too shocked to hear me over the phone?"
"N-no!"
"Happy birthday, Andrew," she said with a hint of mischievousness.
"I'm glad you remembered. Bye."
"Bye, bye, bye, bye."

Again, he smiled. The conversation in a different language would certainly hide the occasion. Phew.

Bryanna Mandrake needed coffee. Or a shot. A shot of coffee, maybe? Oh yeah.

Quinn’s Bar & Restaurant was as busy as ever, but it was nothing the staff hadn’t handled before, unless they were still new. It was clear that the concert down the street had been let out because she could see the traffic pick up a bit outside, as well as the traffic inside the restaurant as well. Customers were still talking and laughing loudly, as if they were still at the concert, and the noise level picked up as well. Bry had to lean in to hear the orders for appetizers and drinks. The bar was full, so most people had to sit at the tables to get their drink orders in. And she was given even more ridiculous drink names that she could swear, people were just giving her so she could walk up to Kirk or Jamie, embarrassed for even speaking them out loud.

“Uh…two Panty Removers, one rum and coke, a strawberry margarita, and one,” She paused, pursing her lips as she lowered her voice and leaned in, “One Slippery Nipple.” Bry blushed and then cringed after the words escaped her lips, and she quickly walked away to let whomever make the drinks before she embarrassed herself more. Who the hell came up with these names? She was no prude, but the drink names were a little too over the top for her.

When Bry stepped into the kitchen, the doors swinging open, she didn’t see Tabitha sitting on the ground, and she tripped over the girl and practically had to use Fitz and Angie to catch her fall as she stumbled and caught her footing.

“Tabitha!” She exclaimed in surprise as she caught her breath and stood up straight. “What are you doing on the floor? You almost killed me.” She exaggerated, and let out a heavy breath of relief that she hadn’t trampled the poor girl that was sitting on the dirty floor. “Let me know when you’re done with your break, there are new customers in your zone.” She pointed out, not wanting to sound bossy and tell her to get back to work, only hinting at it. When she turned her head, she looked over and spotted the warm fries that Fitz had said aside.

“Fitzy! You’re my hero.” Bry sighed with happiness as she snagged a fry and took her first bite. The blonde hadn’t even realized just how hungry she was until she was able to finally eat, and now she didn’t think she could stop as she snagged another. She would totally kiss the Irish right now if it weren’t highly inappropriate. And awkward.

“Someone please tell me that there’s a party tonight after work. Or a happy hour, somewhere. Tabitha, you look like you could use a drink or two.” She popped another fry into her mouth and smiled as she patted the girl’s head, then bolted back out of the kitchen again to see if those drinks at the bar were ready.

Green straw. Where the hell did that girl come up with these things? Either way, the boy was satisfied, and screamed angrily for Mikey to bring him the water, "NOW!!!" He'd have to remember to thank Bryanna sometime for that; getting away from that kid's shouting was worth the entire day's tips. Though he wasn't all to thrilled about giving the brat those extra fries. He went into the kitchen to see if he could save some time and get the order in early... and found Tabitha on the ground with Bryanna patting her head and eating fries. He raised an eyebrow at the scene, but before he could manage a comment, Bry was zooming out of the kitchen. He turned his attention to Tabitha, giving her the kind of look that says, "What the fuck are you doing?" without a single spoken word.

Stepping around her, he went over to the plate of fries to ask Fitz if he could have them, but the chef was in the middle of a call. With a quick glance around, Mikey snagged the french fries and fled the kitchen, dropping them with a thud in front of the kid as he passed by.

Things finally seemed manageable after eleven; they weren't seating anymore people and the drunks from the concert at the bar were slowly being ushered out. Mikey's tables were of course all empty, so with a heavy sigh he got to cleaning the tables to make up for his tardiness. It had been months since he'd had to clean, a most detestable chore. He really couldn't clean for shit. He sprayed the cleaner then sort of just swirled everything around until finally he gave up and pushed the mess onto the floor to vacuum. The minutes crawled by as he waited for Mr. Quinn to give him the okay to go. Five minutes had already felt like an hour...

Angie gave a deep sigh as the panic behind the kitchen became a quite buzzing. "Ahh," she said wiping sweat off of her brow with her forearm and taking a deep drink of water from a glass she had set aside. Fitz was taking a phone call, so she thought to grab a fry from behind him. Out of nowhere, they were swept away by Mikey. "Hey!" she said urgently. She gave a pout as he disappeared through the kitchen doors. "Damn I was hungry too." She decided nothing could be done for it and it would better to just make more. She poured some into the fryer and waited as the grease popped and sizzled. She gave a jump as grease popped onto her arm. "Ow!" she gave a little shriek.

She went over to the sink and rinsed her arm off to cool the burning. Accidents were bound to happen in the kitchen. She pushed back the little bit of pain and picked the fries out of the fryer. She waited for the grease to drain before plating them. She put them behind Fitz and crossed her arms across her chest waiting for them to cool.

She noticed Tabitha sitting behind the door. "Ya know, you're gonna get stepped on if ya sit there. Why don't ya come on over and grab a fry? It'll make ya feel better." She waited for the clock to tick away and decided that she would make herself some blackened catfish while the day was winding down. She grabbed the seasoning from the shelf and went to grab the fish from the freezer. She sat about making it, humming the whole while. She figured it couldn't hurt to make Fitz a plate too.

Tabitha was sitting on the floor, minding her own business when Bry tripped on her. It caught her off guard, her eyes opened when she tripped over her leg, "Sorry," Tabitha tried to ease with an awkward chuckle, "I did not see you," Of course you didn't. Your eyes were closed, you ditz. Honestly, she didn't mind. Bry was cheerful. 'Maybe a little bit too cheerful' Tabitha thought, 'So cheerful, she may be an alien.'

"Tabitha, you look like you could use a drink or two," Bry said, smiling as she patted her head. Tabitha furrowed her eyebrows once Bry left, "I can't drink," Tabitha said in her usual sweet but strange tone. Mikey came in and she looked up. He gave her a look which obviously meant confusion, ignorance and potatoes. Well, it looked like he wanted potatoes of a kind.He stepped around her and she hoped he didn't see her sticking her tongue out at him. She swallowed it back once Mikey turned with a plate of fries.

"Hey!" Tabitha heard Angie call Mikey out. Mikey dropped a french fry onto the floor as he walked out. Quick as a fox, she took the french fry from the floor and held it up in the air, "Five-second rule!" she cried out as if she was a warrior in battle. The fry was almost in her mouth but then Angie called her, "Ya know, you're gonna get stepped on if ya sit there. Why don't ya come on over and grab a fry? It'll make ya feel better," Tabitha glanced at her then at the french fry before shrugging. She threw the french fry away, it hopped along somewhere.

She stood up and walked to Angie and Fitz, "Hi," she greet Fitz and Angie before asking, "Watcha' making?" in a sing-song voice. Tabitha was alright today, tired but still alright.

Great. Mikey took away their dinner. He couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at the new waiter, who didn't even bother to even let him know he was taking the plate. The other staff had to eat. Most of them probably even skipped lunch to attend the Friday night shift. He stifled a giggle at the little scene between Bry and Tabitha. Bry was being her own self again, but she probably just needed another cappuccino. All of them needed one.
Tabby came along asking what they were making. In confusion, he looked at Angie, who now held what appeared to be... Catfish? He looked quizzically back at Tabitha, and raised his shoulders slightly. His vision flickered back to Angie, who was now putting seasoning on it. "What are you making, exactly?" he asked, his head tilting slightly to get a closer look. After a while of watching her make it, he managed a smirk, pinching one of her cheeks in endearment before he popped over to the pick-up window. He stuck his head out and found the two barmen, still somehow busy with the load of drunks. "Gorski! Shulman!" he called out to the two, hoping they'd hear him. "Pint of lager after cleanup? It's on me," he said, before promptly returning to the two ladies.

What Angie was making honestly escaped him. Perhaps this was something from the South? He'd never really been there before. Strangely enough, he'd never even thought of going down South until he actually got to teach Angie the ropes around Quinn's. The only thing he was wondering at the time was if other people from the South behaved the same way. He quickly gave up on that pursuit, and besides, he'd gotten along pretty well with her. There was no use asking if you knew her well enough to discern several things about her.

"Absolutely banjaxed, I tell you," he said, getting to work cleaning up at least part of the kitchen. "Any of you guys have any plans for today? I mean, after we've had our five to six hours?"

Kirk finally got back into the swing of things once he was done helping out Jess. It was getting later, and he was beginning to get heckled with orders by some of the ruder/drunker customers. "Don't worry about it Jess," he said, trying to make her feel less bad about herself. "You'll get used to it. Besides, the spill wasn't even your fault."

With that, Kirk moved back to his place in a bar, calming down the customers a bit more by finally having someone other than just Jamie taking orders. As the night grew later, Kirk suddenly noticed a large pack begin to enter the restaurant, even though it was later at night. They were not just hungry and thirsty, but they were loud and obnoxious. About half of them all had the same shirts on, and they had some sort of band on them, though he couldn't read from far away. So, there was a concert. That must have been why they had the meeting, and that was the part that Kirk had missed.

"Just when I thought things were about to get easier..." he said somewhat quietly. He began to take orders like a mad man, with a row behind the seated and another row behind that(if you could call them rows) barking orders at him and talking loudly to himself. This definitely was going to be a long night.

((Sorry it's so short D:))

Angie looked over as Fitz wondered what she was making. "It's blackened catfish," she said as she began grilling them. "My momma used to make it for us when my daddy and I caught a big catfish." She said happily humming as the delicious smells enveloped the kitchen. "I'm gonna make ya try some, Fitzy." she said looking back at him with a mischievous grin. "I was thinkin' about getting Mr. Quinn to let me put it on the menu." she said swaying her hips a little in time with her own internal music.

Se flipped the fish as the Cajun scent filled her nostrils. She began thinking of what side would go good with it. Well, if I'm gonna be makin' a southern dish I gotta make some southern sides. she thought. She decided to make coleslaw and made another batch of french fries. "Ahh" she sighed as the scent filled the kitchen.

She finished them and looked at Fitz. "Well come on, there's some time for a break and a good dinner," she said giving him a wide grin. She made her way out of the kitchen with her hands loaded down with the plate. Jesus..how do those waitresses and waiter do this she thought as she juggled them. She sat them down and waited for Fitz to join her.

"Absolutely banjaxed, I tell you," he said, getting to work cleaning up at least part of the kitchen. "Any of you guys have any plans for today? I mean, after we've had our five to six hours?"

"Nothing but sleeping and hearing the rain," Tabitha sighed happily. She had just gotten a rain-maker from a friend back from a foreign country. It was sweet but she hated to shake it every single time.

"It's blackened catfish," Angie said, Tabitha never ate catfish. She feared it may have eaten a ratfish but it id smell delicious, "I'm gonna make ya try some, Fitzy," Tabitha pouted jokingly.

"I hope I can have some too," she chuckled. She watched Angie make it, looking at it hungrily, "Can you put black pepper please?" she held up a black pepper shaker with her eyes glinting.

"Can you put a lot?" She asked with a smile.

Tabitha had come up behind Angie as she cooked the catfish. "Can you put black pepper please?" Tabitha had asked while shaking the black pepper behind her as she cooked. "Can you put a lot?" She had pleaded. "Honey," Angie said over her shoulder. "Trust me, you don't want more spice in this than what's in it." She said with a mischievous smile. She set about making another piece for Tabitha. She piled some coleslaw and fries on her plate and took it out to set it at the table with her and Fitz's plate. She went to the back and filled a glass with some soda. Maybe later, I'll have a drink. Lord knows I need it.

She couldn't wait to hurry up and go home.Perhaps have a drink, open a book, and curl up with Fester in bed. She thought with a smile.

"Honey," Angie said over her shoulder. "Trust me, you don't want more spice in this than what's in it."

Tabitha pouted, "But I like black pepper," she put the black pepper back where it belonged before watching Angie do her work. She glanced at the clock, "Darn, I have to go now. Break is over," She sighed before smiling widely and waving.

"I'll be back," she cried, imitating a certain California governor before jogging back to the jungle. She found a table with a couple on a date, "Hello, I'm Tabitha and I'll be your waiter for today..." and the rest was history...Well not history, just unimportant to the relative plot.

As Mikey finished up cleaning, all of the customers had finally left. Despite the restaurant's closing time, people always seemed to be staying far past closing, which annoyed Mikey to no end. His fellow employees seemed to either eating or preparing to leave. He heard Fitz asking about after work plans and sighed a bit to himself. At least a few of them usually ended up going out to another bar or club after work on Fridays, and it wasn't rare for them to end up in his bar. His... well at least that's how he thought of it. He spent many a night there, though he wasn't sure why as he barely drank at all. But nonetheless, he would spend his night sober and sitting at the bar people-watching. His co-workers would likely show up, and they'd think he was there to be with them, socialize and all that. Though they weren't his favorite bunch of people (though really who was?), he figured it'd be best to let them think he was there with them. Though he didn't want friends, he didn't want any enemies either, so he had to be at least somewhat involved with these people. And as long as they were none the wiser, he could feign friendliness as best he could with the help of a little alcohol and keep them happy.

Mikey put away the supplies he'd been using, and with a simple "I'm leaving." he stepped out the door and into the brisk night air. He breathed in, faintly tasting the salt of the Sound, and made his way down to his usual bar. He didn't work on Saturday, so he'd probably be out until the early morning of the next day.

Fitz smiled and followed Angie, and the smell of the catfish she cooked, to the table it was being led to. The dish was kind of a first for him. In all the years he'd spent in the country, he'd never actually had Cajun cooking before. It was a little alien to him; even the smell wasn't remotely near stew. The spices were sharp, as if someone had poked a stick inside his nostrils, but it was a lovely, aromatic smell nonetheless, and his first bite was an entirely different experience. He coughed just a bit, for the sudden introduction of the strong taste of spices had overwhelmed him a bit, but he managed to get back on his feet. Soon, he found himself enjoying the simple meal.

"This is really good," he said with an honest smile, taking his next bites. "I really think you should ask Mr. Quinn about it, and let him try it. Who knows? It might actually work."

Closing time came about. A time of relief, one would suppose, and as Fitz helped clean up, there was a calm that washed over him. Well, with the exception of the one drunk asleep in the corner of the restaurant. Snoring like crazy. He took off his apron and hairnet and heaved a sigh of relief as he washed his hands and arms thoroughly in the sink.

He looked for Angie and saw her somewhere, doing nothing in particular, and approached her. "Uhm, Ange, I was wondering, well, if you've gotten your sleep and all," he said slightly awkwardly. "If you're free for a lunch date and all. I could make lunch, that'd be a date, I think," he laughed.

Angie looked up from her idleness as Fitz approached her. "Oh Hey, sorry I zoned out." she said bashfully rubbing the back of her neck. She went back to scrubbing the counter tops on her side of the kitchen. "Uhm, Ange, I was wondering, well, if you've gotten your sleep and all. If you're free for a lunch date and all. I could make lunch, that'd be a date, I think." Fitz said awkwardly. "Oh," she said blushing fiercely, "I-I would love to do that." she stammered out.

It had been years since a guy asked her out. It wasn't that she was necessarily unattractive, but her bluntness turned many men off. She just wasn't the type to sit idly by and like a princess always depending on a prince to save her. She had made her own life what it is and just didn't have time for men. She was comfortable in her life now and felt that it couldn't hurt to go on a date with Fitz.

Tabitha stayed back, helping to clean up Quinn's once every customer left. She heard her stomach rumble and she yawned. The coffee in her system was wearing off. She went back to the kitchen, taking her things and waving at Fitz and Angie.

"I'm going home now," Tabitha said, "Save the catfish for me," she smiled and waved before walking out of the restaurant into the cold alley.

Angie laughed as Fitz stumbled over his words. "You should be shy more often," she said, "It's cute." She put the catfish she had made for Tabitha in the trash. She hated reheating food. She didn't even own a microwave at her apartment. I'll just make her some more if she wants she thought. She bumped into Fitz on the way back to her station. "You know, I really wouldn't mind having lunch at your place. Fester doesn't take kindly to strangers anyway." she said with a smile. She did a once over on her station and saw that it was nice and clean. She clocked out and grabbed her coat. "I'll see you here tomorrow, right Fitzy?" she said turning back to look at him.