"[b]Holy sh*t.[/b]" [i]Sykes couldn't help himself. The man had been little more than a train wreck before, but now he just looked like really old, worn down, and wet roadkill. Shaking slightly, he recovered, drawing out the chair and offering it to the hobo. When the two were seated across from each other, he began to speak.[/i] "[b]Michael Drake, I apologize for the wait, but here is our...guest...for the evening. I believe you two are acquainted. If either of you should need anything from myself or the kitchen staff, simply give the word. Our mutual friend has paid to hold the room the entire night, so please, take as much time as you need.[/b]" [i]And with that, Sykes left the odd pair for the backroom, where Real and Gaffer were heard boisterously laughing for a moment before the door shut.[/i]