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Sam is taking the lunch shift over at the Luna Bar. It's been pretty slow-going as far as afternoons go, but there's the occasional patron who comes in to order something small to eat off the menu and a beer or two, so there's never a dull moment for very long. Right now, he's behind the bar, polishing a few stray wineglasses with a rag that seems to be growing progressively dirtier. The glasses themselves, however, are sparkling clean as he stacks them up on the shelf above his head - higher than anyone but himself could probably reach.
He leans forward, resting his forearms on the bar, and waits for someone to walk through that door.
Avery is also down the other end of the bar, occasionally serving a beer, but she's mostly occupied with going over the weekly inventory as well as the placement of an order for next week. A glass of Cabernet Sauvignon sits by her elbow, idle until she remembers it's there and takes a brief sip.
Fred is dedicating her afternoon to exploring the ins and outs of the city streets. She's feeling a little more social after realizing that she can actually defend herself should she end up jumped by someone considerably larger than she. Her attention is soon grabbed by the sign of Twice Sold Tales, and since a bookstore to her is like a mecca of knowledge and goodness, she walks inside without a second thought.
She'll be wandering around amongst the bookshelves should anyone happen upon her.
Sylar - and yes, it's Sylar (for now), is standing outside the gates to the Main Gauche. This place seems as though it'll be much more to his liking than any hotel Claire Bennet might have advertised, and he's looking forward to setting up some kind of living situation on the premises.
Now if only he could actually get in.
He leans forward, resting his forearms on the bar, and waits for someone to walk through that door.
Avery is also down the other end of the bar, occasionally serving a beer, but she's mostly occupied with going over the weekly inventory as well as the placement of an order for next week. A glass of Cabernet Sauvignon sits by her elbow, idle until she remembers it's there and takes a brief sip.
Fred is dedicating her afternoon to exploring the ins and outs of the city streets. She's feeling a little more social after realizing that she can actually defend herself should she end up jumped by someone considerably larger than she. Her attention is soon grabbed by the sign of Twice Sold Tales, and since a bookstore to her is like a mecca of knowledge and goodness, she walks inside without a second thought.
She'll be wandering around amongst the bookshelves should anyone happen upon her.
Sylar - and yes, it's Sylar (for now), is standing outside the gates to the Main Gauche. This place seems as though it'll be much more to his liking than any hotel Claire Bennet might have advertised, and he's looking forward to setting up some kind of living situation on the premises.
Now if only he could actually get in.