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[wegotwork]

Sam is currently sitting behind the bar at Luna. Surprisingly, there really aren't that many people trickling in on this kind of a holiday, especially one that tends to lend itself to outdoor activities. Which explains why he's taking in a beer on the job. Avery doesn't exactly have an issue with it, to be honest, and he's not going to complain

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[thehandsomeone]

Dean can't remember the last time there was a holiday and he wasn't stuck working some case or other. He was definitely a kid the last time he really saw fireworks, and even then, he wasn't too impressed. But he had off today, and in between stocking up on junk food and cleaning up weapons he hasn't touched in months, he did manage to catch a second or two of a Fourth of July parade - girls throwing fire batons are hot, okay.

There's only so much boredom Dean can take, though, so around the time the fireworks start up he heads over to the Luna, where he finds Sam behind the counter of course.

"Should just close early, man," he comments. "All the drunk people are already out on the streets with sparklers."

[wegotwork]

"And the last thing we need is them coming in here with lit sparklers in hand," Sam agrees.

Though if there's one thing he might get a kick out of, it's watching people that are almost too drunk to tell which end is up lighting things that have the potential to catch everything on fire.

Either way, it looks like it's going to be a quiet Fourth of July, and he nods to Dean, picking up his own beer.

"You want one before I shut down?"

[thehandsomeone]

"Seriously. I'm pretty sure drunk people 'n flammable objects are more dangerous than a pack of werewolves."

For as reckless as Dean is, he's pretty glad he hasn't had to deal with many rowdy customers since working here. Demons - the old kind, anyway - are one thing, but people are messy.

He eyes Sam's beer, and gives a small shrug. "Drinkin' on the job, Sammy," he makes a teasingly disapproving noise. "What am I gonna do with you?" But he nods, and says, "Sure, why not?"

[wegotwork]

Sam makes a face at him.

"It's just the one," he protests, but there's nothing else that he adds as he reaches underneath the bar and into the fridge for another cold one, twisting the top off with one hand as he slides it over to Dean.

"Besides, a holiday like this sort of lends itself to way too much alcohol," Sam points out, grinning crookedly. He's not sure getting drunk sounds too appealing right now, but watching Dean fall on his ass might just be the highlight of the night.

[its_notluck]

Claire hasn't really taken the chance to talk to the other workers at the Luna and she worries sometimes that she is coming across as a bit of a snob...or just really shy. Neither of which being who she really is. Walking into the bar, she is glad that she's made it without any kind of issue. She knows there is all types of celebrations going on but she's not really feeling like partying. So the bar was a good option.

Moving behind the bar, she takes notice of Sam and offers a small smile at him as she puts her bag away. "Hey."

[wegotwork]

He's leaned forward, his elbows keeping him propped up over things as he picks up his beer and absently takes a swig. He's a little lost in thought, so it takes him more than a second or two to acknowledge she's there, but he does hear her when she starts talking to him.

"Hey," he answers, managing a smile of his own. "Doesn't look like it'll be too busy tonight."

[its_notluck]

"Really?" She looks over the bar before glancing over at him. "I would have thought bars would be busy on these sort of days." She shrugs a little because it's not like she actually knows. Crossing her arms, she braces them against the edge of the bar and rests her weight against them.

"I'm Claire, by the way." She looks over at him, still offering a small smile. "I don't think I've ever actually introduced myself."

[wegotwork]

"Yeah, well." Sam shrugs absently. "Guess people are more concerned with having family cookouts and barbeques and things like that. Then again, this place might be filled up as soon as the fireworks show ends."

When that happens, he's planning on being as far away from this place as possible. Drunk people plus flammable fireworks doesn't seem like a good combination.

"I'm Sam. And my brother - you've probably seen him around, at least - that's Dean."

[blueshocks]

Elle is making her way back to her room in the Main Gauche after having gone outside to see the fireworks for a while. She's never gotten the chance to see them before, not the way her father raised her. They were fun to watch, she has to admit, but she's pretty sure she could make prettier sparks herself.

As she makes her way down the hall she pauses in front of Sylar's room. She's still a little apprehensive about living in the same building as him. But until she has any money (she really should look for some sort of job) she's stuck here for the time being.

[technicallykill]

His attention is completely focused for the time being. There's something wrong in the inner mechanism of the watch, which explains why the back is currently open, exposing everything down to the balance wheel and hairspring. He's got a few small tools out in order to handle the more delicate parts, and he uses a tiny pair of what look like tweezers to handle them.

The spring itself seems to be the problem, and he leans in to get a closer look at it when a movement by the slightly open doorway catches his eye. He glances up, tentatively, calling out in the direction of the shadow.

"H-hello? Is anyone there?"

[blueshocks]

Elle's startled out of her thoughts. The stuttering tells her he's probably in Gabriel mode right now...which she's still getting used to. But as she's been caught lingering outside of his doorway, she might as well respond.

"Just me." She pauses for a moment. "Elle." Just in case he doesn't recognize her voice somehow.

[technicallykill]

"Oh. Oh, hello," he says, straightening up in his seat and slowly pushing away from the desk. He looks over to the doorway again, and then, realizing that the magnification lenses are still attached to his glasses, moves to take them off quickly before continuing.

"I... wasn't aware you lived here."

[savesomelight]

Piper may have been doing some heavy-duty experimenting with her ability (not here, of course), but the cost of testing her limits comes with quite a bit of disorientation and it's a miracle she made it back to the Gauche.

She wanders the hall, looking for her room, notes the first slightly open doorway and pushes it open, making a tiny meep sound when she realizes that this is so not her room.

"Sorry! Sorry!" She says, a little bit overly apologetic. "I got turned around and I usually keep my door open a bit too, even when I'm not in it, and..." She rubs her head. The only problem with straining the limits of her empath abilities is they give her such a migraine. At least she's gotten used to the common emotional wavelengths in the Gauche, but his are different, which suggests new.

[technicallykill]

Gabriel's head flicks up quickly at the sudden intrusion, and then he relaxes when he sees exactly what - or who - it is. Whoever this girl is, she doesn't seem like much of a threat, and after another moment, he pulls off the magnifying lenses from his glasses, shaking his head.

"Oh, no, it's fine," he insists, laughing nervously. "I'm sure I would've done the same thing were our roles reversed."

[savesomelight]

She lowers her hand and gives him an adorably sheepish smile, folding her arms behind her back and shrugging her shoulders up to her earlobes in an attempt to make herself look smaller... This is rather difficult as she's a solid 5'11 now. Poor girl keeps growing like a weed and not getting any less gawky, but she takes solace in the fact that she probably won't get any taller.

"That's good anyway. I'm Piper, by the way. I haven't seen you around before."