"/Yeah well... That's the norm. I'm not saying this guy's average though. Anyone who spent their career in glitter and hairspray is probably insane,/" that was Nik's opinion anyway. But then he had red streaks in his hair and flame tattoos on his wrists. Surely someone thought he was crazy somewhere too. Oh well.
Nik dumped some glass then sort of nudge Miguel gently with an elbow - about as friendly of a gesture as Nik could manage, "/He's nothing to be scared of, man. Even if he is 'famous'. The worst this place can do is fire you and it's not like they're gonna throw you overboard./"
He snorted at the cheer for overtime as he leaned on the cart and surveyed their work. They'd done a pretty good job getting the majority of it up. Someone could come in behind them and run a vacuum to get the extra tiny pieces.
/"On to the next then,/" it finally became clear then that Nik hadn't just offered for this room. Maybe he was a lot nicer than he gave himself credit for. Than anyone gave him credit for.