[anibus3]

Slowly sitting up, his vision came to him and he put a hand to his wounded head. Only to cringe from the pain of his fingers touching the open wound, he gave a 'what the' kind of expression before noticing he was lacking clothes. Looking around he found them in passable condition, thus he slipped em back on and made his way back home. He honestly felt sick and sore. Maybe that was due to hitting his head though? His stomach felt sore too though he choose to ignore it as he took a shower once he got home, bandaged his head, and got dressed for work. His waiter's uniform was the traditional style, long white sleeves, black pants an vest, and black shoes.

Arriving at work, he knew he was late and that was something he didn't like. He was gonna get chewed out by his boss for it. Though he was hoping to get something one before they found him an started hounding down on him.