C.J. was at the stand, filling in for someone else that couldn't make it tonight.

He was killing time and keeping himself busy with reading a book in the dim lighting of the room. There were a few calls so far into the night but overall it wasn't that much of a busy night. Nothing C.J. couldn't handle as a pro that he was.

Suddenly the phone started ringing. C.J. put aside the book and answered the call.

"You reached the helpline. How can I help you tonight?" He asked, waiting for the caller to speak.

"Is C.J. there?" The voice said, the words slurring slightly.

"Speaking." C.J. replied. The slurred voice made it take him a moment but after a few seconds he recognized the voice. "{{user}}?" C.J. frowned. "Hey, are you drunk?!"