Léan yawned, then laid back against the couch. He didn't lay down, but he rested his eyes.

Grinning fondly, Glory got a blanket out of the linnen closet and tossed it to him.

"Here," she said, "you might want this later." Then she went into her room to change for work.

Léan finally laid down and curled up once she left the room, wiggling around to get fully settled down onto the couch for some rest.

Once Glory was changed, she made her way back out of her room quietly, not wanting to disturb him. It had been a long day, hers just wasn't over yet.

((alright, heading to bed))

((Night!))

Léan wasn't fully asleep yet, so he waved to her, wearily, as she left before snuggling back up into the blanket.

Glory waved back and left, heading to her car. It didn't take her long to get to the restaurant, and she couldn't help but notice how good it felt to get back into a regular routine.

Viktor wasn't there. He wasn't outside, or inside. All of the seasoned workers looked nervous, for some reason, as they did their jobs. It was a strange sight.

Glory looked around, immediately picking up on the unease.

"Someone humor the new girl and tell me what's going on?" she asked as she gathered dishes.

One of the waiters--or waitresses...it wasn't clear what this one's gender was--looked up, timidly. He was a little thing...he couldn't possibly be older than sixteen.



"Viktor and his parents are at it again. They live in the big house behind here...it's connected to the restaurant. We're hoping it doesn't get physical this time."

"Oh," Glory said. That made sense, somewhat. "Why is everyone so skittish, though?" She didn't quite understand it, but then again, she was also at ease in the water with a shark and she offered to take the door off of the room Viktor had shared with Curry. Maybe she was a bit biased.

He held up his hand, popping into the kitchen for a moment. He returned with some food to deliver to a table nearby. "They've been at it for over an hour. If it gets really bad--this fighting happens at least once in two weeks--Viktor loses his temper and brings the fight in here, where he has support from most of the employees...the last time he did that, it turned into an all-out riot...sent his father to the hospital--a bunch of waiters beat him up..."

"How has nobody in this town gotten arrested yet, if everyone is so violent?" Glory wondered. "That's something I definitely try to stay out of."

"Viktor has money. And the police are rarely called...we usually chase out all the customers before they start getting violent. Nobody ever tells on anybody, not here. Viktor's almost eighteen...it'll be much quieter once he gets his own place," he sighed, blissfully. The thought of the violence dwindling was a wonderful thing.

He held out his hand when he passed by, politely. "I'm Charmase, by the way..."

Propping the bin of dishes on her hip, Glory shook his hand.

"Gloriana," she replied. "Call me Glory."

"Charma or Charmase works for me," Charmase replied, genially. He glanced towards the large doors on the other end of the restaurant, which connected it to the Vittorios' home. "It's quiet...I don't know whether to be nervous or relieved."

"Go for nervous," Glory advised. "That way, you're not surprised later if they end up fighting more."

"Good deal!" Charmase flitted around a few more tables. He was polite and sweet, and most of the customers seemed to adore him. Unlike Selena, who acted polite and sweet most of the time, his actions were genuine. He looked up, suddenly, upon hearing unhappy muttering and the sounds of the large doors opening.

Viktor had strolled out from inside his home, and into the restaurant. He was holding his right eye, and the other eye was narrowed into a purely venomous slit. He leaned against the wall, glowering at the floor.

"Well, that can't be good," Glory murmured as she cleared some more dishes. She was definitely not about to call attention to herself, not when he was clearly in a very bad mood.

After a long moment, Charmase was the first to approach Viktor. He didn't even take note of his anger, and gave him a big hug. "Vicky. Let's go patch your eye up, okay?" he urged, softly.

Viktor let loose a long, unhappy sigh and followed Charmase back into the kitchens, his visible eye on the ground.

Glory watched warily as she went into the kitchen to drop off the dishes she'd collected. She wasn't even going to ask. She was just going to keep her head down and get home without any incidents. Every so often, though, she glanced over at Viktor.

Charmase felt bad for making the customers wait, but he wanted to patch Viktor's eye up so it wouldn't get infected.

Viktor had a bloody black eye. A blood vessel had popped in his eye, which meant someone had socked him pretty hard in the face. He waved absently at Glory when he caught her looking. "Having a good night?" He seemed to have cooled off.

"For the most part," Glory replied. "I have a guest on my couch, but it's all good."

"Ah, I see." Viktor patted Charmase on the head, making him giggle softly. "I see you've met blondie, here. He's like the restaurant mascot. Everyone loves him..."

Charmase smiled, then finished bandaging up Viktor's eye. "There you go. All done."

"Meaning that everyone can't help but love him," Glory quipped jokingly. "Because, you know, he's adorable."

Charmase played with his fingers, sweetly.

Viktor chuckled. "He's a good kid. Lives in the orphanage down the street. He's been working here since he was ten..."