Woo-hoo! Party! Party! Mike was ALWAYS up for a party. Even though they hardly did anything in the Portkey Office, he was still rather exhausted. Exhausted due to waiting for some actual work to do. Paperwork and sitting around wasn't exactly the ideal perfect job title. So a party was nice. Even though it was even more slacking-like, he needed it.

Mike smiled as he entered the pretty much empty breakroom. His eyes immediately went to the food table, leading his feet towards it. Hmm... food. Oh geez. Candy! Mike grabbed for the candy, unwrapped the wrappers, and stuffed them in his mouth.

Yup. Parties weren't that bad one bit. Plus he needed to talk with Armen or Miss Bella Greingoth... about the whole... thing. Though Mike didn't know if he really should. He sort of felt bad, since there were already such a small amount of people in the Portkey Office... John was apparently leaving (Mike 'accidentally' overheard), Blaze was absent a lot... and now him? What would their poor little division do, without him? Fun... crazy... hyper Mike? They would actually get some work done... that's for sure. And not have to be afraid of being spooked while they slept. But that meant a BUNCH of work on their shoulders.

Stop it Mike. You HAVE to do this.

"I hate when my conscious is right," Mike muttered to himself, as he walked towards the banner to get a good look of the list of employees.