[ Heading back out to door duty after a break. His once neatly pressed shirt and slacks showing some evidence of a tussle. Nothing violent, this time: just an oversized patron who managed to drink past the point of retaining his powers of locomotion. Getting him out and into a nightcab really ought to have been a two-man job. This was turning out not to be the most glamorous career he'd ever had.
Claire fidgets with the creased (okay, bent is a more accurate description) flap of his collar as he walks, keeping an eye out for familiar figures and potential distractions as well as for troublemakers. ]
Lion's Gate | Late evening/Night
Claire fidgets with the creased (okay, bent is a more accurate description) flap of his collar as he walks, keeping an eye out for familiar figures and potential distractions as well as for troublemakers. ]