— kennedy davis the jagged yard, downtown.
Crayons lay scattered across the bar top, the tiny blonde on the other end of them propped up on her knees and scribbling furiously as a blank piece of paper in front of her, completely focused on whatever image she'd conjured up in her mind. Sage bounced back and forth between finishing setting up the glasses and refilling the bottles that needed to on the other side of the bar and handing the focused toddler a new crayon color whenever she dared to look up from her masterpiece and ask for it. Daylight still streamed through the few windows that existed in The Jagged Yard, which meant they were far from opening. A hazard of being a parent and owning a business, she supposed, was when the new year inventory needed settled up, she had no choice but to bring Maggie along to do it while they waited for Atlas to finish up at work and take her home for the night. Making sure that the toddler wasn't going anywhere, Sage took a break from counting glasses and refilling bottles to peak around the corner of the office, finding another blonde engrossed in the work she was doing. "Anything I can help with?" The older blonde questioned, leaning against the doorframe. "Counting glasses is as mind numbing as it sounds. I think I'd rather be doing just about anything else."
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