Get ice from the basement

A few hours pass as usual, and the day drags on horribly slowly. You get an order from a customer for a few glasses of water, but when you run to the icebox in the back, you find it empty. Looking around, it doesn't look like anyone else has noticed, which means you'll have to be the one to fill it up again. Ugh. It's such a pain in the ass going up and down carrying a huge bag of ice, but you'll have to do it or you won't get the customer their order any time soon.

You walk down the stairs in the back to the dimly-lit basement. The ice machine is in the very back, down a winding hallway and past the 'staff lounge,' which basically amounts to a gross couch in a dark room that absolutely no one would want to take their break in. You don't think you've spent more than an hour in there across all the years you've worked at Mick's.

As you walk past the lounge, though, you think you hear someone's voice. Paying closer attention, you realize who it is.