No Time For Dinner

When Lance got home from the Arena, he wanted nothing more than to lock himself away in his room and mourn about his upcoming death. He had yet to find out anything about this Joker guy and the hunger that was attacking his stomach, wasn't helping. He decided to fix some dinner before returning to his mopefest lockdown.

Just as he was pulling a frozen pot-pie dinner from the fridge, his phone went off. He groaned as he answered it. "Whaaaaat Courtney!"
"Lance, I need you to cover a shift at the club tonig-"

"No way, Boss lady!" Lance shouted, cutting her off. "Are you crazy?! I'm about to have dinner and then some time to myself! Plus we agreed to no last minute shifts!"

Courtney hated to whine but she knew how to work Lance's conscience. "Okay look! I haven't seen you since you died! Bring your ass into work now because you, Lance Alvers signed a 12-month contract to work for me! Now be here in 15!!!"

Lance rolled his eyes as she rambled and couldn't help yelling when she hung up on him. "Damn her!!!" He cried as he stuffed the pot pie back in the freezer and left out the door.