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Ocean knew Desmond could tell, hell it was written on his face how stressed out he was feeling. He shook his head and exhaled slowly "I'll be alright..." He leaned over and kissed Desmond's cheek lightly, "I wish I could take a break, or have a drink... but you know they expect their orders to be put in promptly." Even though the wait staff *could* take orders of their own, now that Ocean was labeled the order-taker, that was all he ever did. He was mainly supposed to take orders from patrons who were at the bar seating areas - the non-food service - and help pick up slack when things were far too busy. Unfortunately, the wait staff had decided to take advantage of Ocean's unofficial position and used him constantly, though he gained little tips from his co-workers and he got no gratitude for his job "I'll be okay, thanks babe." He smiled, gave Desmond's arm a little squeeze and then headed off to the next task.

The night only seemed to grow worse though. Things got slammed, as they usually did on Friday nights, and Ocean was running around like crazy trying to take everyone's orders. Wait staff was bitching about how they were backed up, Ocean was shaking with frustration as he tried taking orders. Every so often, an object would randomly levitate and slam into Ocean but he kept going - it was his own powers going haywire. "Can we get a new order taker, please?! This guy fucking sucks! He is slow, incompetent, he can't even write things out properly! What the hell does this even say?!-" order slip was waved around and pointed at aggressively by one of the waiters "This guy needs to be fired! He clearly has no idea what the hell he's doing! He's an idiot!"

Ocean really just felt like throwing in the towel, but he didn't. Despite the one guy continuing to harp on about his lack of skills, Ocean kept pushing through and doing what he could. There may have been tears in his dark blue eyes, or they were riding down his face, but he threw water at himself, just to hide the pain.