Office Hours, Saturday, 10/25

As far as Tyler was concerned, he deserved a goddamn medal for having office hours at all, let alone twice in a weekend.

But he supposed this was part of what he got paid for, so he was at his desk and ready to tell parents what special snowflakes their children were.

Or something like that.

[OOC: Open office, player spottily available until evening.]

Ching Tai, Saturday Evening

Tyler had no idea why this seemed like a good idea. Marla and Tony at one table? He might have caused the apocalypse when he agreed to the meal.

It would be fine, he tried to convince himself as he stood by the hostess stand, waiting for everyone to arrive. And if it wasn't, well, he could always change his name again and take off.

( The door opened and air rushed in .... )

[OOC: Up early for the sake of availability. Preplayed with not_ironmaiden, lots_of_olives, notwarmachine, and sincegradeskool. NFI, OOC= love]