"It's on the house," Teja said, waving away the Euros, and getting another bottle for Stoney. "Technically, I'm more than ten years too young, so that sounds about right. And so does most of what you know not being here. We've got a Mordhaus, but she's... sleeping, for lack of a better term, until at least one of the gentlemen arrive again." He paused and looked over at his supervisor - a man larger than him and somehow even more intimidating - before the guy walked up and Teja got to get out from behind the bar, waving for Stoney to follow out to the fresh air and drying sunlight.
He immediately lit a cigarette. "What I usually do? Depends on when you ask, who you ask, and who you are that's asking. I'm eventually supposed to take over as chief of security in Mordhaus, at least that's what I've been groomed to do." He sighed out the smoke and shook his head. "I do a lot of odd jobs for Offdensen and the guys. Basically anything that they ask me to do. They need some papers sent somewhere securely? I do it. Need a guy knocked around? I'm there for that. Need someone to stand in for a recording session until one of the gentlemen or ladies come along? I'm there. I can play guitar, bass, drums. You give me an instrument and I'll find a way to get a sound out of it. You need someone to install security cameras, I'll climb up to the highest vaulted ceiling you've got to make that shit is secure and in optimal position. You name it, I've probably done it for them at some point." He took another drag of his cigarette.
"But if you're talking spare time? I read and write, watch movies, work on my motorcycle, and look after my niece. How about you? What's your story?"