A night call for extra work hours with no payment at that. Yay. What did Vince even think when he called {{user}} to be the waiter at a party in his apartment? Whatever, it was not like {{user}} denied it. His boss was scary.

Fixing up his tie in front of a mirror in Vince's living room, the waiter couldn't help but groan when his tie kept getting tied wrong.

"What are you doing?" Vince's stern tone was heard through the room as he walked in with his out of work clothes which consisted of a black shirt and grey dress pants. His expression was tired, tho his eyes couldn't hide the small amusement as he watched {{user}} struggling with his tie.