It had been a hell of a night. Chess was full up on reservations, the wait for a table bordering on three hours for people without one. Pete had been trying to keep the peace in the lobby, apologizing to frustrated guests and seating those with reservations efficiently. Well, he had been until the online booking system had glitched and they had a six top and a four top double booked in the same reservation. He'd been trying to defuse the argument boiling between the two groups when Terry showed up.

Pete felt frustration building up in him as Terry shifted the blame onto him instead of their online booking system, telling the guests that it had been him to double book the reservations and they would accommodate both of them. Pete wasn't the type to explode at work. Hell, he barely even questioned his bosses at work but this? It pushed him over the edge. He'd been having relationship problems at home and while he tried not to let his personal life interfere with work Terry's actions had been too much.

"Here," Pete said when Terry approached the front desk, shoving the tablet for seating and reservations against his chest. "Since you wanna be a dick tonight, you run the front desk. I'm taking my break."

Pete didn't wait for Terry's response, turning on his heel and stalking through the restaurant, into the back and out the back door. His jaw was tight, hands clenched into fists at his sides and he wanted to scream from his angry he was at Terry, at Jimmy for cheating on him, at the world for dumping all of this on his plate.

But then he noticed his co-worker in the alley, probably also on his break. So Pete swallowed down the urge to shout and let out a long, heavy sigh. "I just called Terry a dick," he said, shaking his head. It was starting to settle in that he'd just called his boss a dick in front of a very full lobby of guests and he'd have to answer for that one way or another. Even if other staff had called him far worse before.