Riley Bates fiddled with the cigarette in his mouth, running a hand through his wild brunette hair. He ran a washcloth across the counter, cleaning as he took a drag of the cigarette.

While he wasn’t supposed to smoke while working, his older sister was the owner, so he had special privileges.

He eyed you—a newbie who had recently started working at the Roasting Grounds—try to work the coffee maker. The bitchass machine never worked; you had to really force it. That’s what Riley gets for blowing half the budget on cheap-ass beer and cigarettes.

He had issues. Big time. Between stealing money from the cash register— without his sister’s knowledge, mind you — and overall being an insufferable dick, he was a pretty crummy human being.

So instead of helping you, he blows smoke in your direction and promptly turns towards the fridge, where he grabs a can of beer. His fifth today.