|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Thank god that shift’s over. Night, Dan | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Night, buddy. Careful walking home | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Look at all the casual shift workers, making their way home after an hard evening’s work. Hey, it’s Bexy’s girlfriend, Jamie. On your way home? | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| No, I’m just starting. I’m working midnight till nine. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| You seem awfully chirpy about it | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| You think I’d actually do this sober? Hey, shot of vodka? | |
| | |
|
|
|
