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* Samael Gray

    (01/13/2025 at 15:57)
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November 1973
Some Sunday, 10.00 AM


He'd walked right past security.

It appeared they were less vigilant on a Sunday morning, possibly because they were not the same ones that had kicked him out of here last night. Perhaps because he, like so many others, was carrying the embodied consequences of Saturday's endeavour and moving a tad slower than usual.

And Samael needed food.

So he seated himself at the bar, locking eyes with the young bartender there. Normally, he would have been off to the cheap breakfast at the Snake Pit, but that place had just seemed too crowded this morning. In here it appeared to be just the two of them, and he appreciated the solidarity.

"Breakfast," he said, simply, searching in the pocket of his jacket - blue, visibly worn - for some pieces of gold and placing them on the surface in front of him. His hands had the appearance of someone that was used to physical labour, partly covered by a pair of fingerless gloves.

"And a shot. The stronger the better."

Persephone Grimsbane

    (01/16/2025 at 06:49)
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She hadn't gotten much sleep. The previous night was spent tossing and turning in a futile attempt to give her body the rest it craved. Poppy would've liked to blame it on the commotion of las night--it had certainly been something--but she knew it wouldn't be true. Incidents like the one from the previous night, while not as common as they were down in The Snake Pit, were not so strange as to plague her after the work day ended.

Her worries were more abstract in nature and held no bearing on the work she had to do that day.

Poppy stood behind the bar, her posture slightly slouched from fatigue while she prepped for the shift ahead. Everything had been cleaned the night before, a routine she'd quickly fallen into. All that remained was ensuring the shelves were sufficiently stocked and any ingredients needed were close at hand.

The bell that chimed each time the door open pulled the young woman from the inventory list that lay before her. Words of greeting that had eagerly rushed up her throat hit a sudden stop behind lips she now pressed closed. Poppy, the blonde known for her welcoming smiles the moment a person entered the bar, couldn't feel the corners of her lips. Forget tugging them upward into anything remotely resembling pleasure at the man's arrival.

The blonde could feel herself shrink away from his entrance despite her best attempts to remain firmly planted in place.

"We...we really don't need your kind of trouble again."

As convincing as ever.

A gentle flush crowded her cheeks at the undaunting tone but her words were no less true. Poppy wondered how he'd gotten past the security and made to go check but thought better about getting too close as she would need to in order to get to the door. "It's...you've...done enough." She would rather he not stick around for more.

Please.

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