Lock and Key
Who: Kevin and Spy Where: Outside the kitchens, Circean Delight When: Mid-day, after the lunch rush
Kevin was really trying to keep a good outlook on things. The meeting earlier hadn't gone at all well, but he was trying to keep himself busy by securing all weapon-y things in the kitchens. He'd managed to find a few locks and chains to secure the knife drawers, much to the chagrin of the other staff. He figured they'd all seen the messages on the computers by now, and tried to explain to them that it was strictly for everyone's safety that he was doing this. They were all worried that he was looking for new and interesting ways to make their jobs harder.
Finally, he'd finished everything. In a little while, he'd let Sean know that the kitchens were secure. But for now, it was time for one of his pilfered cigars. He lit it, then after a puff or two, lifted it briefly to the heavens. "Cheers, Graham," he said, nodding to the skies for a moment before sitting down in his usual spot and trying not to think about how bollocksed they all were.