The next day, at the evening, they all started to wake up one by one. Jeremy runned to the toilet, and Mike after him. Well, they had a bit too much yesterday. Fritzie went to the kitchen and started to prepare some food. Scott had a massive headache. He tryed to stand up, but failed few times, so he just layed on sofa. He could hear Mike supporting Jeremy. Probably holding his hair. Fritzie in that time made some fried rice. She came back to the living room with it. She gave one bowl to Scott, the other she left on the coffee table, and the last one she started slowly eating while standing.
Scott: thanks. You know, I'm tired of this, you know, drinking at friday. It always makes us sick, but mostly Jeremy.
Fritzie: well, what is the last time we were truely sick? Like really sick.
Scott: I don't remember. Maybe it's from drinking. I always wanted to open my own restaurant, but, well, look at us. Most people will think it's okay a costume, but we are stuck like it. We can't get hired looking like this anywhere else. I just..I wish that we had a normal life. Like anyone else.
Fritzie sat next to him, and hugged him gently. She smiled, with worry.
Fritzie: since you opened this place, I finally felt normal. I git a real home, and friends. It was not easy for me to accept it too, but listen. These people, you gave them a lew life. A stable job. A home where they can be safe. It's because of you, Scott. Thank you for it.
Scott had sparkles in his eyes, he still looked worried, but felt better. Scott hugged her back.
Scott: thank you, Fritzie. You always are so...helpfull.
Fritzie: anything for you, boss. You helped us, so it's natural that we'll be here by your side.
Their great moment was stopped by Mike who looked pretty hungry. This fried rice looked so good. He runned up to a bowl and started to eat it, while sitting on his knees. Coffee table was pretty low.
Mike: he made a toilet dirty, like a cat after sniffing a broccoli. But I got him a bottle of water. He'll be fine after more rest.
Scott: good. We were talking, and we need to talk.
Scott: we need to stop with celebrating fridays. Well, at least stop drinking.
Mike: damn! I really liked it. But, I see why. I'm worried about him too. Can I at least drink?
Scott: if you must, but not too much. We'll also stop to support Jeremy. It must be not easy. Can you feed him at least? If he's so weak right now, he needs a helpful hand.
Mike picked up a bowl for Jeremy and went to his room. Scott took water out of bag from their yesterday's order. He opened it, and shared it with Fritzie. They decided to rest for the rest of the day, to get back their energy. Nothing much happened. Just a normal day. Fritzie helped Scott with getting him to his room, then Fritzie went back to her's. The only one not alone was Jeremy, since Mike was looking after him, worried that he'll feel sick again.
