[h1][color=royalblue]Garrett Dovanon[/color][/h1]
[b]Starrybank[/b]

 These days, it was either working or sleeping.

 Garrett was no workaholic. He knew how to have fun. However, he kept finding himself working on Sunday mornings to cover the shifts of those who were still sleeping their hangovers off. Not that he needed the money either. The Society paid well, even when he worked fully-clothed. It was probably the paranoia. He was still adjusting to Baybridge, still learning its streets and its shadows, making friends with its monsters. Moreover, he was no stranger to the party scene. He grew up in Highroller Height for God’s sake; there was nothing to do there but party. Missing just a few wouldn’t kill him. 

 After slipping into fresh uniform and donning a hoodie over them, he left the tiny top-floor apartment in Springview and caught a bus toward Starrybank. He could afford a better place, but all things considered, he actually preferred this one. The sheer number of angry, meth-addled gun-totting maniacs in the lower floors would make even the most hardened robbers or curious individuals turn tail, and they kept out of his place thanks to a small monthly fee to the landlord. There might not be any kind old lady with a cookie tray, but it wasn’t such a horrible place to live. He might even consider a long term lease. But those were thoughts for the future. Garrett preferred to focus on the here and now. He could deal with things better that way. 

 Before he knew it, the bus dropped him off at the usual stop and he walked to last few feet to his workplace. Normally, he didn’t work the morning shifts. Beside catering to folks with a taste for luxury, hotel where he worked also accommodating functions and providing certain services, though those were not for everyone. You had to know what to ask for. He worked at the front desk most of the time, though there were also times when he had to cover for the bartender. The strippers went missing from time to time as well, especially when Auri was around, but he probably wouldn’t cover for them. Auri did mention once that his mug wasn’t pretty enough to be twirling on those poles. That suited him just fine. Though speaking of his boss, she should be around at this time. He glanced at the clock on his desk, then took out his phone. Tactfully as ever, he didn’t call her, but instead left a text. He figured the party last night must have done a number on her.

 With practiced ease, he typed out the text one-handedly- “Miss Auclair, the liquor shipment has arrived this morning. We need your signature to finalize the deal. It would be great if you can make it before noon. Ps: The club called. They wanted miss Bellasquez back.” 

 Once done, he stuffed the phone back into his back pocket and spent the first twenty minutes of his shift fooling around. It was a rather slow morning. So he switched on the work computer and began surfing the Internet. He liked to be informed about world events lately, especially since relations between powered folks and normal ones had really gone south.