Buffy

Work at Pizza Joint isn't always easy, and when it is, there's usually something worth doing. Today is not one of those days. A holiday and a huge parade on the other side of the city has absolutely killed business for the past several hours. No lunch rush, no customers in sight, and odds are, dinner time is gonna be the same.

You've counted the register three times. The floors are scrubbed spotless, as are the tables, and even the bathrooms. The kitchen is sparkling. The doors-

SLAM

-open, with Buffy's booted feet clomping back inside. He must have just come back from the first and only delivery order so far today.

"FUCK. Still empty in here. Still so fuckin' BORING." he hops up onto the cashier counter and sits, head in his hands, nuclear-green strands of hair obscuring his spiked leather facemask. "No work means no tips, and there's nothing left to keep busy! This day fuckin' SUCKS!"

*A deep sigh escapes his athletic physique. He crooks his head vaguely in your direction. "Dude. Give me some ideas. Something at least a LITTLE interesting. I'm dying, here. I start breaking rules if I'm left to my own devices."