A/N: Small note, I made a very minor change to chapter 2. Instead of making you rereading it to try and figure out what I changed I'll just tell you. I added a bathroom to the end of each hall as I forgot to in the original chapter. There, moving on...

Dawn of Hospitality

I think she likes me

It was a dreary rainy day as the apartment, with most of the residents still asleep, began to stir into motion for the day. The first few awake, however, had been waking up extremely early for a while now.

"Ah, private. Good morning." Jones nodded as Michael stepped into the kitchen past the snoring emmiting from Romminals room, yawning and scratching the back of his head.

"Good morning." He smiled at the emotionless helmet that stared back at him. Advancing further, the guardsmen found one of the few machines he knew how to work all too well. After a brief search through the cabinets overhead the recaf pot was humming softly as Michael leaned against the counter.

"Its been several days, still no luck on your search for employment?" Jones asked, trying his hand at small talk.

"So far, no. Not really looking for anything big, just enough to pay the rent." Michael shrugged as the door near the kitchen opened and K!113r stepped into view.

"Greeting statement: Good morning everyone, such a good day to find something to kill no?" The necron asked cheerfully as he sat down onto one of the couches and began to channel surf.

"Uh, captain," Michael whispered, leaning toward the Astartes. "Why does he talk like that?"

"The blasted tau," Jones sighed. "He found a holo-game dating back before the Dark Age that the blasted machine found interest in. Now he talks like one of the characters from what the yellow xeno explained to me."

"Guess that explains it." Michael nodded as he grabbed the freshly filled pot of recaf and began to add a few packets of sugar and other things he found near him. While the other guardsmen had made fun of him for all the things he would put in his morning 'breakfast', it normally kept him up and going for the entire day and possibly the night if need be.

"Thats an... interesting concoction." Jones noted before turning on a nearby blender filled with his own liquid meal of protien shakes and now liquified energy bars.

"I'll make a normal batch in a second." Michael said as he walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed the news paper laying on it. Mug in one hand and paper in the other, he sat and began to look through the latter for any 'help wanted' ads. He was vaguely aware of the blender stopping and the ground slightly shaking for a moment as a hulking figure sat next to him, slightly obscuring the light.

"Good morning xenos." The Space Marine said with a hint of meaning it as the two eldar sisters came into view. They both smiled in return before going to find their own breakfast.

"So Michael," His name being said brought him out of his search with a start. "Ready to get kicked out soon since you can't find a job?"

"I-I'm trying!" Michael gulped nervously as Briana laughed, smacking his shoulder playfully.

"I was kidding! Besides, I think I may know of atleast a part-time job." She offered, fully getting his attention.

"Really? I'll do anything." Michael half-stated/half-begged.

"Hey Rii, doesn't the place your working at have an opening?" Briana asked over her shoulder, watching on cue as her sisters brow twitched.

"I... suppose so." Riiana slowly nodded.

"Well, why not give it to him?" Briana beamed.

"I p-promise I wont mess up I s-swear!" Michael added. Shaking her head low, Riiana turned her back to the others.

"Fine," She sighed before a grin slowly appearing. "But I should warn you I was supposed to come in early today, so I hope you don't mind us skipping br-"

"Done!" Michael proclaimed happily, setting the empty mug down on the table. Riiana gave him a skeptical look before shrugging and leaving to change. With a lightbulb forming Michael quickly turned to give a warning.

"Hey Briana you may wanna ma-"

Too late, he realized, as he was picked up and shooken with surprising speed.

"Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man-this-is-like-the-best-recaf-I-have-ever-had-in-my-entire-life!" Briana giggled as she continued to swing the dazed private around the kitchen.

"Oi..." Jones facepalmed from his side of the table as he watched his first eldar on an uber-sugar high and a guardsmen feebley begging to be let down.


"I said I was sorry about your sister!" Michael appologized again for the hundreth time as he and Riiana walked along the sidewalk. She only glared daggers at him for a moment before facing forward once more, making the guardsmen slump his shoulders and stare at the ground infront of him. He had to catch himself from running into her as she stopped infront of a high-class restraunt, looking as if she was going over her options in her head.

"I'll give you a recomendation if you never let my sister near any type of caffine again."

"Wait, your a waitress?"

"Your testing me mon-keigh..."

"D-Deal!"

Me: Hope you enjoyed the third installment of 'Dawn of Hospitality', keep the reviews coming in and I'll keep the chapters rolling o-.

Briiana: You want me to do WHAT in the next chapter?

Me: Nothing, nothing. Maybe.

Michael: Why do you hate me...?