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Steph has never been one to take well to boredom. The bottles along the top shelf behind the bar are looking more and more appealing every day.
It's a little after midnight, as far as she can trust her watch here, and she's sitting on the counter, cape wrapped around her against the cold, hood around her neck. Outside, the howls are quieter than usual; Steph's hoping they've found something better to do.
Eden is creepy this late at night when you're alone.
It's a little after midnight, as far as she can trust her watch here, and she's sitting on the counter, cape wrapped around her against the cold, hood around her neck. Outside, the howls are quieter than usual; Steph's hoping they've found something better to do.
Eden is creepy this late at night when you're alone.