Eleanor was just shy of flipping the guy off and trying to figure out a way to sneak in the kitchen entrance to score some booze when she heard an oh so familiar voice.

Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. Could it really be? Seriously? She was sure his atoms would have been scattered across a billion stars or whatever it was happened when he was 'retired.'

She just stared at him, utterly gobsmacked as the host gave Michael a dubious look. But twenty percent off was a good deal and he couldn't pass that up. So he decided to look the other way just this once. When he walked off, giving Eleanor one final glare, Eleanor shook her head. "You son of a bitch. This isn't just some other weird-ass level of The Bad Place is it?"