"Miss Smith is going to fix you boys up. Gavin, you'll be doing writing of course. Niles, you'll be tending bar at Purgatory."
Niles shifted in his seat. "I've never done anything like that before."
Sypher shot him a sharp look. "Do you know how to turn on a keg? Open a bottle? It's not fucking rocket science, son. I wouldn't give you anything you couldn't handle."
Niles, chastised in front of a very pretty woman, sat back and cleared his throat. "Of course."