"Hey, we've all got our issues," Glory said as she gathered a few more plates.

"I'd better get back to work," Charmase realized, frowning. He gave Viktor another big hug before heading back out. "Sorry, sorry...I'll take your orders, now!" he could be heard saying, sadly.

Viktor poked at the bandage covering his eye, absently. "I'd better stay back here. My parents won't find me back here."

"I would offer you space at my place, but I don't have any right now," Glory said. "Like I said, my couch is taken. Nobody ever thinks to look on my beach, though." The last part was added as a joke.

Viktor snickered, then shrugged. "I'll probably just go and stay at Curry's tonight. Small little apartment, but it's better than home right now."

"Sounds like as good a plan as any," Glory said. "The offer to take the door off still stands," she added jokingly.

"Hah. I'll kick the door down if it's locked," Viktor chuckled, laying himself out on one of the small benches back in the kitchen. "Ah...I think I'll chill out here for a while. You'd better get back out there. Heh, but I'd advise against it if my parents are out there. Nasty people."

"Who, me?" Glory asked innocently. "I'm just the unassuming new girl, why would I call attention to myself?" She grinned. "Right, right, getting back to work."

"Catch you later." Viktor was awfully calm for someone who'd just been socked in the face. He closed his visible eye, exhaling.

Glory nodded and got back to work, making sure not to call attention to herself as she went around cleaning up dishes. They had built up slightly while she was in teh back, but she was able to move quickly enough to make up for it. The end of the night came more quickly than she thought it would.

Viktor's parents hadn't ventured into the restaurant all night, probably hoping to keep some distance between them and their son. Viktor himself had scuttled out halfway through the night and helped wait on tables.

Once everything was over for the night, Glory stretched and gathered her things.

"It'll be nice to get home," she said. She was looking forward to seeing Léan, and she was probably going to cuddle in with him if there was enough room on the couch.

"I'm sure it will. I've got to sneak back into the house and pack some stuff, so I can go to Curry's," Viktor commented, as he stretched. "I'll see you later."

"Later," Glory said as she left. It didn't take her long to drive home. It was quiet when she parked her car, which was good. It meant that Archie wasn't hanging around the beach to ambush her and ask questions. Quietly, she made her way into the house, not wanting to bother Nana or Léan.

Léan was awake. He had just woken up, and was making himself comfortable on the couch...or, at least, trying to. Sitting on a couch like a human was hard work. He kept tipping over to one side.

"Still awake?" Glory asked as she slipped off her shoes near the door and hung up her coat. She couldn't help but grin as she watched him keep tipping over.

I slept for a while, but I woke up a few minutes ago," Léan corrected, scowling as he tipped over again. "I am not graceful in the least on land."

Grinning, Glory went and sat down next to him.

"Problem solved," she said as he leaned against her.

Léan shifted to make himself comfortable, and then he sighed. "Works for me..." He was in a good mood. His brother had come back once, whining for someone to come out and fill him in. He'd then left, downtrodden by his lack of being filled in, to take a nap with Damon.

Glory slowly relaxed, unwinding from work. Grinning, she gave him a kiss.

Léan was happy to respond to her kiss. He just hoped her Nana wouldn't walk in on them...he didn't feel like a lecture...plus, he hated it when people watched him do anything, at all--that included, most of the time, making jewelry and eating.

Glory cuddled with him, happy. She could easily fall asleep with him on the couch, and after such a long day, it was pretty much a guarantee.

"You look tired," Léan noted, noticing that she might doze off a bit. "Perhaps you should head to bed?" He'd be all right staying on the couch, though he'd prefer staying with her, but that was up to her.

"I should probably change, at least," Glory agreed. Reluctantly, she got up and went into her room to change out of her work clothes. When she came back out of her room, she was wearing a blue tank and soft gray lounge pants, and had her pillow in her hand. Settling down next to him again, she put the pillow down on one end of the couch.

Léan seemed happier when she realized she wanted to stay out here with him. He'd been slowly tipping over to one side while she'd been gone, and he shifted himself again until he was comfortable.

Glory snuggled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.

"At least if we fall asleep and tip over, we have something that resembles a bed," she commented softly.