[hockeypreg2]

Sirius walked into Saucer II dressed in tight black jeans, a fitted paisley button down, and a charcoal sports coat. He didn't ordinarily dress up - and this was dressed up for him - but he wanted to look good for Gio. The hostess, Angie, looked flustered and did a double take when she saw him, looking back at the kitchen briefly.

"Sirius?" she asked tentatively.

"Hello Angie," Sirius said with a smile. "I'm supposed to be picking up Gio but I'm a little early. Do you think I could wait for him back in Silas's office?"

Angie looked a little nervous. "Mr. Flint is back there tonight and he's ... in a bit of a mood. I'm not sure it would be the best idea."

Sirius dropped his voice low so no customers could hear. "Is he being an asshole to everyone again tonight?"

Angie nodded, straightening the menus and not meeting his eyes. Sirius sighed and patted her arm. He wove his way through the restaurant to the kitchen. He could hear Silas before he even got close since there was an open kitchen at Saucer II. He was shocked by that. Normally Silas was professional around customers. This was over the top.

"Silas," Sirius said, pushing his way into the kitchen, startling one of the wait staff. He spoke in Greek to make sure less people understood. "What are you doing?"