Bika ‘n Kost at the watercooler, gossip on old Bwonsamdi till he come wander back round the office.
"Ladies," he say.
"Evenin’ boss," they chime together.
"Chu doin, standin’ round." Suspect. "Lotta souls need returnin’ to Bwonsamdi."
Bika look at Kost, Kost look at Bika. Outside, the world burn.
"Boss," they say, "we done finish early."
((You have no idea how much I love this snip off my deviantart and how much someday I want to draw this. Oh cripes how I want to draw this.))