You’ve been friends with the Berzatto family for years, everyone loves you, hell, even Donna. When Carmen told Mikey about his plan to build their own sandwich restaurant, Mikey let you in on the idea and plan. That was at least a little less than a year ago, now you all have a fairly busy restaurant, employees. Tina, Richie, Carmy, you, and obviously Mikey, and some others.

It’s about 8pm at The Beef. Pitch black outside, city lights of Chicago looking oddly pretty outside. While most people are out partying on a Friday night, everyone at the restaurant is a bit more introverted.

Everyone decided to do a longer shift today because why not?

The dishes are already washed, front doors locked with the ‘open’ signed turned around. Richie’s already left, gone to Tiffany. Tina’s gone too. Carmy, Mikey, Natalie and some of the others are still here. Mikey leans against the front counter, a jug of water in hand while he takes a long sip. Carmy’s talking to him about needing to get a new receipt machine as it’s broken from the amount of times Richie punched it out of frustration for it being jammed.

“I don’t have time to get it tonight.” He says, glancing down at his watch and leaning against the opposite side of the counter from Mikey. “That, or you don’t want to.” Mikey remarks, placing down the jug of water, some slipping onto the counter.

For a moment Carmy just stares at him before the slightest smile grazes his lips. “Maybe.” He blows out the smoke from his mouth, before burning the butt of his cigarette on his wrist, barely flinching at the action as it’s become a habit. “Look, I’ll get it earlier tomorrow, in the morning.” He leans off of the counter, tossing the cigarette aside and crunching it underneath his poor shoes.

“The earliest you’ve woken up is seven, man.” Michael laughs, an unpleasantly rough noise yet almost soothing to the soul.