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[christ0pherserkan]

       Ten forty-five. Christopher's usual night shift was nearly an hour in when he noticed somebody intriguing step in through the front doors of Sinsational’s Pub. Part of him wished for the individual to take a seat in his section so that he could observe them silently without having to rubberneck over other customers and thankfully he got his wish.

         As he would bus the tables of departing guests his blue eyes would find their way over to the person of interest. There was once a time when he knew how to spy while being undetected but with all these years passed some things had become murky in his mind. Falling from second nature to a distant memory of how he once was. Part of him may have been hoping for this other to take notice so that they might strike up a conversation.

[a-mernick]

"Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!" Adam had barely realized that he was singing along to the radio until he felt all pairs of eyes on him at the clothing store. With his hand wrapped around a maroon scarf that had been calling his name all day, he promptly bit on his lip and shifted his gaze away from those staring at him. His cheeks stayed their natural color and his outward appearance otherwise gave no proof that he'd embarrassed himself, but the inner turmoil inside of his head was raging. Adam Mernick didn't sing in public — not when his singing voice was positively horrendous to the ears and not when his reputation was so high. He clutched onto the scarf and added another item to his cart, if only to act like he hadn't just sang the world's worst rendition of 'Let It Snow'.

[mauruslindholm]

There was nothing to get from it but warmth, but that was all he wanted, anyway. The liquid slid down his throat, and as he held the cup, brought some semblance of warmth to his fingers. When he pulled the cup away from his lips, his feet stumbled forward, and he wasn't sure if it was a miscalculation, if there was something on the floor, or if the person that was now soaked in coffee had bumped into him, since it had all molded into one disastrous moment. 

"Fuck!" Maurus swore. "Fuck, I am so sorry. Shit. I'll pay for the cleaning bill. Are you okay?"

[notdeathexactly]

"Okay this is me closing. Which means you can go."

[melvillesdoom]

"Ahhh—" Lallie covered her ears, a foolish attempt at blocking out the overpowering sounds from aplifying the pounding in her head. Truly, she shouldn't have come out of the house with such a headache. She, who claimed not to have hangovers, now experienced her first one in over a century; the four empty bottles on her apartment floor would claim she deserved it.

Her eyes, covered by the black-tinted shades remained close for an instant, but just so. A vampire wearing sunglasses at night surely must've looked comical. "Not so loud. Not so fucking loud."

[miscreantmernick]

"So I talk into Elsewhere this morning and I'm greeted with the horrendous view of a six feet tall Christmas tree."

"Someone's gonna die for this."

[notdeathexactly]

"It's only a little mess. I'll fix it."

[headdemonshadow]

If anyone had asked, Shadow would just kill them instead of replying. Even with him not caring much about either his position, nor his kind, he was a man - or demon - of pride, and as such, the situation he currently found himself in was one he'd not boast with. The human in front of him landed one punch after the other, too drunk to realise that neither did he do any damage, nor did Shadow react in any way. He just kept on drinking from the glass that never seemed to go empty, and looked the other way from the human. He could have killed the rotten soul with the blink of an eye, but he was too lazy, and the drink too pleasant. It was not as if the human posed a threat to him or his jacket.