It was a late friday, which was always the busiest day of the week. Francis knew that, not that it excited him much To put it bluntly, the bar was packed, people coming in and out, ordering drinks, going out with friends and talking as loud as ever. And there he stood with his usual dejected, reserved face, trying to hide the slight irritation from the loud noises, although he was used to it at this point He was very, very quiet, but got the job done like no other, usually just nodding at whatever people ordered and going to make it. Even though you seemed determined to take him a bit out of his shell..