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It is New Years'. Maes doesn't know that. It is a day for new beginnings. He doesn't know that, either.
What he does know is that some time has passed since he'd last been down, though he's not certain how much. And that he has a cup of coffee, and a seat at the bar with a good view of the door and as much of the room as one really can have a good view of at any given time. They coffee sits at his elbow, given only cursory attention - most of his focus is on people watching, and on the deck of cards in his hands. He is, you see, practicing card tricks. It is something to do, the rote motions soothing and familiar.
He does not appear as though he would be at all averse to company. Rather the opposite, in fact.
What he does know is that some time has passed since he'd last been down, though he's not certain how much. And that he has a cup of coffee, and a seat at the bar with a good view of the door and as much of the room as one really can have a good view of at any given time. They coffee sits at his elbow, given only cursory attention - most of his focus is on people watching, and on the deck of cards in his hands. He is, you see, practicing card tricks. It is something to do, the rote motions soothing and familiar.
He does not appear as though he would be at all averse to company. Rather the opposite, in fact.