[Rem]

Rem exited the back, arms filled with cleaning supplies: a bucket sloshing with soapy water, various cloths, a broom and somewhat raggedy mop. He set the items in the corner, planning on doing a major clean-up in a few, soon as he saw to the patrons he had at the moment. Starting with the black-haired gentleman currently snoring away face-down on a table.

He slipped up behind Michael and snickered at how comfortably he could sleep with his face smushed against the table boards; hadn't he just seem him come down from his room? Maybe something had been wrong with the bed and he hadn't gotten proper sleep.

Rem grinned to himself, bending as if to rouse the youth gently and then suddenly clapped a hand on his shoulder to jerk him abruptly and shout in his ear. "Oi, you!"