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WHO: Tifa and pub patrons
WHAT: Food, alcohol, conversation, brawls . . . you name it.
WHERE: 7th Heaven Bar
WHEN: Morning - Evening (just place the time you arrive in the subject heading)
Tifa could tell it was going to be another one of those crazy days. She opened shop early, mostly because Reno decided it was okay to text message her at the crack of dawn. She forgot to put her phone on silent, and the deafening sound of the message alert tone rang right next to her ears. It was from then on that she decided never to leave her sidekick on her night-stand again.
Walking groggily downstairs, to the entrance of her bar, Tifa began turning on lights and tidying up for the flow of townies that would soon come. Everything was pretty much dusted already. Tifa could never let herself go to bed without the bar being spotless. She was kind of a germaphobe, and didn't like the thought of glasses gathering dust and other strange residues.
Opening up the blinds, Tifa was momentarily blinded by some weak rays of sunlight. Reggio Calabria seemed to have a smog that never went away, however. She blamed industry and crime. Shady places were always . . . shady.
"We are officially open for business," she muttered to herself, switching on the neon OPEN sign in the window. She walked back behind the bar and started preparing the stoves and utensils. She was too asleep to cook, but the job brought in the bacon, so to speak.
WHAT: Food, alcohol, conversation, brawls . . . you name it.
WHERE: 7th Heaven Bar
WHEN: Morning - Evening (just place the time you arrive in the subject heading)
Tifa could tell it was going to be another one of those crazy days. She opened shop early, mostly because Reno decided it was okay to text message her at the crack of dawn. She forgot to put her phone on silent, and the deafening sound of the message alert tone rang right next to her ears. It was from then on that she decided never to leave her sidekick on her night-stand again.
Walking groggily downstairs, to the entrance of her bar, Tifa began turning on lights and tidying up for the flow of townies that would soon come. Everything was pretty much dusted already. Tifa could never let herself go to bed without the bar being spotless. She was kind of a germaphobe, and didn't like the thought of glasses gathering dust and other strange residues.
Opening up the blinds, Tifa was momentarily blinded by some weak rays of sunlight. Reggio Calabria seemed to have a smog that never went away, however. She blamed industry and crime. Shady places were always . . . shady.
"We are officially open for business," she muttered to herself, switching on the neon OPEN sign in the window. She walked back behind the bar and started preparing the stoves and utensils. She was too asleep to cook, but the job brought in the bacon, so to speak.