[h2][Color=Thistle][center]Damien[/center][/color][/h2]

Damien swore that he wasn't going to come in late anymore. He was going to change his ways; become a model citizen, dress semi-professionally, and quit vaping. He knew that at one point he legitimately believed those [i]lofty[/i] goals could be achieved, but now, yeah, no one believed that.

He opened his eyes. It was dark out, [i]too[/i] dark out. Instantly he knew he had overslept, again. This was becoming a trend of his. Fighting the urge to pull back up the covers and sleep for an extra three hours, he hazily rose out of bed and got ready. If anyone questioned him he would tell them that he got ready as quickly as he could, even when this definitely wasn't the case.

Damien still found himself groggy as he pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop. He would normally try to keep from yawning, but what's the use? Everyone could probably guess why he came into work late anyways. The sky was pitch black- signaling the true start of his late night work shift.

He entered the shop's door to find the usual faces gathered there. Matina, Ursula, April...he continued listing his co-workers names in his head as he spotted them. He hoped he could slip in quietly and no would notice his absence, besides, it seemed like most of them were already caught up in shenanigans of their own.