The tall male was already lounging in the office, his slender legs over one of the arms of the chair. Vincent Godstone, etched on the gold name tag, as if he'd settle for less. He's pulled out a bag and started to apply lipstick, using a small hand mirror to admire himself as a young teen waltzes in. Jeremy Fellow, having heard of the monsters that await them in the night has prepared himself with his personal training armor and a blade, his thick, fireproof cloak resting over his shoulders just encase.
The two wait in silence, Vincent not caring much for his companion. The chime of bells announce the start of their shift, and they get to the small amount of work needed for the night. As they protect themselves they don't even notice the new arrival until he's right outside their door. A relatively short man, wearing heavy, dark robes stands before the East door, inclining his head in acknowledgment before stepping inside. Around his neck is a ribbon, and hanging from it is his name tag, "Mike Kilter" he didn't seem to bother even putting on his tag, nonetheless put on his uniform. Jeremy wrinkles his nose, almost in disgust as he sees the creature hanging off the man's arm, a red collar and leash around its neck. The small, dark gray, horned beast simply hisses at him, the fire from its tail lighting up the office, but no heat comes off it. Vincent continues to ignore them, carefully applying his makeup.
Jeremy grabs the back of Vincent's chair, pulling him away from the desk and turns him to look at the new guard "Look, for once." The tall man pauses to look up, his face twisting just looking at the stitched closed mouth and pale, gray skin of the man "Jesus Christ, what the fuck." Mike just looks annoyed as Jeremy chuckles. Once he's recovered from laughing Jeremy motions to the thing on his shoulder "and what is that?" The thing itself answers him "I'm Skot, you heathen" it spits at Jeremy, the acidic liquid landing at his feet.
