Lazarus

He had finished the drink now, and he placed his hands behind his head, resting back. "When we the last time we weren't working? Or nothing was kicking off?" He thought. There was once a time where phoenix wing was so chilled out. He missed it. He sighed. "I'm starved." He called the waiter over, order his own food, before passing him onto Sasha. "I haven't eaten anything all day you know." He smiled sheepishly.