Jon was the staff member mostly seen and not heard. The sort to keep to himself and in doing so keeping himself busy. He liked his job in the sense that he could generally find stuff to do without having to look too hard. There was always a room that needed cleaning --even if it was just a quick vacuuming or dusting-- or general grounds-keeping tasks. Though sometimes, when it was slow, it wasn't too strange to find Jon trying to catch a peek into the more private rooms before deciding that walking the perimeter of the main stage area would prove more fruitful for lustful daydreams.
Tonight, however, Jon was minding his manners. Possibly due to a conversation earlier in the day with his mother. She always made him feel religious and guilty. Even if he hadn't set foot in a church in years, for the couple days following those phone calls Jon always felt as if God really was watching his every move and judging him.
He was mid rounds, checking the state of the vacant rooms, when he sauntered up to the bar, and slid onto a stool next to Hunter. "Evening Hunter. Could I get a glass of water?"