[you complaining to alex that the d.e.o. wants her to do overtime]

"god the deo can suck ass," you said sitting down next to alex at the table. "and why's that?" she asked pouring some wine for you. "they want me to do overtime this week, like i don't already work long enough," you said taking a sip from the wine. "i feel you," she said, remembering when she first started there and had to work overtime.