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[defendingtheice]

//open. int. espresso martini station - night.

As he had already promised, he would stay late, he would dance with his friends, he would send them safely home, and he would help Emily out whenever she needed a break to go have some fun. Honestly, she's probably know how to have more fun than he did anyways, he was put to better use as helping hands to keep the bride and groom enjoying themselves too. They certainly had proper bartenders doing the drinks, so Ashton simply situated himself to help get them out once they were done. "Espresso Martini? We got a non-alcoholic option too." Ash pushed up his jacket sleeves so they didn't get wet as he greeted the next person coming up to the bar, "I've tried the latter only but know they're equally delicious."

[ashryder]

//open. int. hell's gate bar - night.

It wasn't common, but it was quiet night for once, one that Ashton was thankful for, sometimes even this level of the building gets too loud for Ash's liking, much less the rest of the floors. But he's gotten used to the job here by now after a few years, easy to do without any trouble or fuss, something that's ultimately appreciated here and kept him around. If he can get through a shift without a scene happening and make sure to deescalate others from causing a scene, that's the real goal - other than keeping the liquids flowing and people happy.

Ash had been quietly cleaning the bar top when he felt a presence join him, blues flickering up to the person with a polite, quiet on-shift smile, "can I get you anything you need?"

[battle-subway-twins]

Emmet was currently standing before one of the terminal billboard spaces, a stack of papers in his arms as he just stared off into space. It was strange to be at his, their, place of business dressed in casual clothes but he was off the clock. He was trying hard to hide the trembling that coursed through him that was only evident by the quiet sounds of rustling papers. He didn't want to stick the paper up, it would feel as if he was confirming the horror in the present but damn it, it had to be done. So why...?? Why couldn't he just put the stupid paper up?!

There was a vague sense that someone was approaching but he couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away yet.

[wardenofdarkness]

The king is carefully composed, seemingly always calm and collected as if he can see three steps ahead. In this moment, however, it is almost eerie how quiet he is, his stormy blue eyes the only thing betraying his emotion.

"Who did this to you?"

[lostsonofsparda]

Vergil flips the page of his book, gingerly sipping at the tea in his hand. He intends to enjoy the peace while it lasts.

[ghostxnovelist]

"Hmn..our 4th anniversary is next week. Interesting. I'll have to make sure I go shopping this weekend. I want to get Lucian something special this year.."

[moosemuses]

Yet another lost kodama. Usually the spirits would find their own way home... but sometimes they needed some extra help. Hide had nothing better to do, as he carried the kodama in the palm of his hand.

With Yatagarasu perched on his shoulder, Hide felt right at home. During his youth much of his company had been spirits alone. Dealing with... humans was still difficult.

Despite the last decades.