I may make it into a series, if there is enough interest. As per the norm, I own nada.

Roxy stepped into Der Waffle Haus to find Kiffany looking glad to see her. The waitress nodded at the usual table, where her group sat. Damn, now it was her group, not Rube's. Roxy could tell that the group was on edge, George seemed especially impatient. She led Everett over to the table, pointing to each person as she named them off,

"All right, Everett, this is our lovely group. That's Mason, sitting next to him is Daisy, and that's George. Guys, this is Everett. He's joining us, since Rube got his lights and lucky me, I got to take his spot." She sat down, nudging George over. Mason scrutinized the newcomer, while Daisy, being polite and friendly, held out her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Everett. As Roxy said, my name's Daisy, Daisy Adair." The former actress smiled as Everett shook her hand. Mason finally nodded, since he was fairly inebriated, as usual.

"Welcome to our merry band of reapers, mate." Roxy shook her head. She was not thrilled about the responsibilities upper management had given her. One new reaper was work enough, she knew that from talking to Rube when George was driving him up the wall. But throw in a drunken idiot, who fucked up more often then not and things were bad. Daisy presented other problems, with her loose ways, and her nasty little habit of scamming mourning families. It was going to be a long day. She handed Mason and Daisy each a note, from Rube.

"Here, Rube wanted me to give you two these. I don't know what he wrote, and I don't want to know." Mason opened his first, and read it carefully. It was very much like Rube, short, blunt and to the point.

'Mason. Get off the fucking booze and quit fucking up. Don't fuck with Roxy or she'll kick your ass. Rube.' Mason shrugged, it wasn't anything surprising, not like if Rube had written anything kind or affectionate. He watched as Daisy opened her letter. She studied it, nodding and folded it up.

'Daisy, keep Mason off the booze. Don't scam the mourning families. Look after George. Rube.' Daisy looked hard at Mason, and then reached into his jacket pocket while he squirmed,

"Oy, what are you doing? Have you gone bonkers?" She ignored him, and pulled out the flask of whiskey he'd been keeping in there. She stuck it in her purse, and turned to George, who hadn't said anything yet.

"Georgia, are you all right? I know you were pretty angry with Rube, since he didn't bother to say good-bye." George looked at her,

"Eh. I'll get over it, besides, at least now I'm not the new kid anymore. But don't call me Georgia." She turned her attention to the new guy, who'd finally pulled up a seat, and hadn't really talked to anyone yet.

"So, how'd you die? I got hit by a flaming toilet seat, which is not the greatest way to go." Everett looked surprised at the question, and at George's method of death.

"There was a bomb at my school, I was trying to defuse it. Didn't work, but no one else died." Everyone nodded. Kiffany joined them, offering to take an order for Roxy and Everett.

"Don't worry, new kid, I'm buying for you this time. We'll see about getting you a job later." Roxy offered. Everett accepted and picked out a special from the menu. While Kiffany was taking care of business on that end of things, the reapers started to form a plan for Everett's training and housing. It was finally decided with much eye-rolling and good natured bickering that he'd go with Daisy and George for a little bit. As for a place to stay, Daisy and George agreed that he could sleep on a couch at their house. It'd be a little cramped with Mason there as well, but it was only temporary. Daisy looked back at Mason,

"Mason, when did you last shower or wash those clothes. No, don't answer that. We are going to go back to the house and you will be clean." Her voice was kind, but firm. She wasn't joking around,

"George, why don't you and Everett meet up with me at my assignment? That'll give us all time to get things taken care of." She looked pointedly at Mason, who just sat there.

Before too long, it was time for Everett and George to head for her reap. They made some small talk on the way there, as George pointed out what all the little details on the post-its meant. She understood why it seemed to confusing, since she'd been a reaper the least amount of time. They were almost to the assigned spot when Everett asked about seeing his friends and family, to tell them he was okay. George put her hand up,

"No, don't even try it. I did, and it was horrible. I went to my mom, and all the words I had planned froze. It was a hell of an ugly fucking scene. Trust me on this, just don't ever do it." Everett nodded, his parents wouldn't have believed him.

The death was a typical one, and Everett saw his first, but probably not last graveling. Shortly after that, the job was done, the man had gone into his lights. George headed with her new charge to meet up with Daisy. It was her turn, and George was going to go relax for a bit. She needed some time alone, to let things sink in.

To Be Continued.