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[houseoracastle]

status: open location: the sasquatch

Izan wasn't much of a drinker, but he'd been thinking lately that maybe it was time to pick up the habit. What was stopping him, anyway? The moonshine in front of him didn't go down easy, but he figured the more he drank of it the easier it would be. Or so he'd learned in what little experience he'd had before now. "Do people ever just do shots of this stuff?" He asked the person next to him, eyeing his glass carefully. It seemed like drinking it fast and in smaller glasses might make this a less challenging feat. "Wanna do shots with me?"

[houseoracastle]

status: open location: outside pop & lock soda shop

Monet was just finishing cleaning up when she heard the bell over the door ding. Without glancing up she started to speak, still wiping down the counter she stood at. "Hey, welcome, we're just closing up right about now. It's gonna get dark soon, so time to head on home. If you want something quick, I'll do my best, but no guarant-" when she looked up and saw the elderly woman slowly limping towards her, cane tap-tapping on the ground, Monet's face fell. "Nana? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at home, come on, we gotta get going," she dropped the rag and ripped her apron off, tossing it on the counter before hopping over it to take her grandmother's arm. She walked outside and then looked around, anxious, unsure that she'd be able to get her grandmother and herself to the house quick enough. "Alright, nana, it's gonna be tight, but we're gonna try and make it home, alright?" She started to walk, doing her best to help her grandmother but knowing she was pulling her a little faster than the old woman could really handle.