Who: Chris Argent and Open What: Grabbing lunch When: Monday afternoon Where: Hinkle's Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
It'd been a fairly slow day for Chris at work -- and God, was it weird working with the descendants of people he'd been working with just a few days earlier -- which meant that he was actually taking his lunch break somewhere other than in his office, and Hinkle's was as good a place as any. It was one of those places that he couldn't imagine not being around.
Mostly because he didn't want to see the werewolves cry. Or the staff at whatever restaurant the werewolves moved on to in that event. Thankfully that wasn't going to be a worry.
Glancing at his watch, Chris kept an eye on the time. He still had plenty of time, and besides which he was the boss and nobody was going to bitch if he took a little while longer on his break occasionally. Or at least, his former employees wouldn't have. He was still feeling the new crowd out. Therefore, keeping an eye on the time.
He'd be all set as long as he didn't run into anybody he knew. Which at this point, with as long as he'd been in town? Was... pretty likely, actually.