Tango yawned sleepily, leaning on the booking desk as he waited for the last guests of the night to leave. Skizz was busy filling up the prep stations for the next day back in the kitchen, so he didn’t have much to do.

When the guests finally left, he grabbed their dirty plates, messily throwing them into the sink for the cleaners to deal with in the morning.

“Skizz? You ready to go?”