Ally hated working weekends--not because she had much of a life outside of here, but because it meant the diner was open late and more likely than not, she was always given the closing shift. Just one of the many ‘perks’ of being one of the few switches on the staff. It was a bonus point that the clientele tended to be on the drunker side of the spectrum after midnight. Case in point the table she just finished with that left spilt beer and took one of the cups still full of a drink. With a sigh she snagged the soggy tip left on the table and went to the next, trying not to look as tired as she felt or let her annoyance seep into her tone as she gave the person a little smile, “Hey, can I get you anything?”















