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"I'm starting to think that third Monster was a bad idea," Fred admitted, unsure if anyone was even paying attention . . . but when had that ever stopped him? "I'm pretty sure I'm starting to see colors. Like more colors than usual. Are my hands vibrating?"

It felt like forever for Nyx for the third shift security guard to show up and replace her at work. She didn't hate her job. It gave her a sense of pride, duty, and purpose. That didn't mean she wanted to live there. Fast forward a few hours and she was tucked away at the corner of the bar, finishing the last bit of her drink. She flagged the bartender down for another just before someone sat beside her. She glanced over at them and then at the various other unoccupied barstools. Her drink was set in front of her and she didn't hesitate to grab the glass and take a sip. Nyx let a short time pass before she directly looked at the person next to her, whose presence was bothering her for no reason other than they could have sat anywhere that wasn't next to her. She was enjoying her solitude that night and the vibe they brought was really fucking it up. "Is there a reason you had to sit next to me when there are plenty of open seats elsewhere?" She rose a brow as she questioned them. "I mean, seriously, don't you think that's strange?"

The loud screech of the door captured his attention for a moment, his eyes flicking away, and then he was falling, landing flat on his back on the rubber mat of the practice ring.

Max surveyed the ceiling, trying to pull air back into his lungs, a chuckle building in his throat. With a shuddering gasp, he looked to his sparring partner.

"Well, I certainly look like a rookie, huh?" He wheezed.

"Sit your butt down, I'm making you my mom's famous chicken noodle. I swear to God it cures everything," she chattered, dropping her armful of bags on the counter.

She began to rummage through the cupboards, humming to herself.

"Where are your saucepans?"

It was well into the evening, the gallery finally having emptied around them. Haku looked around, as if waking from a trance, to find a pair of eyes on them.

"Ah, I apologize," they said, standing. Slender hands slipped into pockets, a smile crossing their features.

"I must have missed the closing announcements."

" , , , excuse me !! " phyllis called out , standing quickly from the chair behind the desk she was sat at in order to flag down the patron with a wave of her sweater-clad arm . there is a quick look over her shoulder , cobalts scanning the low lit room as if someone else were on duty to reprimand her for her volume . alas , she was the only one working today , and it wasn't like she was going to reprimand herself !!

" what ?? no , , , no , i can handle it . i promise !! " kiara insists through clamped teeth , which are currently tearing open a pack of m&m's to dump inside her tub of popcorn . " scary movies are just that , , , scary movies . besides , we already bought the tickets . it's a little too late to back out now , don't you think ?? "

"the amount of drunk people asking me to be their valentine is....adorable almost," meg said with a soft sigh as she sat by the bar. "i feel like half of them already have one and are just trying to be cute. i'm not really a fan of the holiday though. how about you? indulge me for a minute, hmm?"

Evermore homed a lot of interesting people. 'Interesting' being a term that casted a very wide net here. Tambry knew she fell into a certain corner of that net with her phone and her vlog, but that didn't bother her one bit. She was just as shameless as always, and that included her farming the occasional stray resident for content. The black and pink haired girl was going on about her day when somebody was doing something that caught her eye. Observing quietly for a moment, she soon lifted her phone slightly, making sure the person was centered in the frame as she recorded.

"how does someone even have a favorite painting?" honey mused aloud as she continued to look around for inspiration. "i mean...there are just so many beautiful pieces and each one is so different! the classics are the classics of course, but these modern pieces are so...wow!" she turned to the person next to her. "which one is your favorite? or are you unable to decide like me?"

Blue mittens lifted to shield her face from the inevitable burst of snow, but her opponent's throw fell just a bit too short. "Uh oh!" Hands dropping by her sides, Sylvie burst into a fit of laughter, already amused by the pun she had yet to voice aloud. "It looks like you might have... mist me!"

"Like, the Sabrina Carpenter song?" Sure, Shaggy was a little stoned, but it never occurred to him that standing in a coffee shop, the question may have been about something else entirely. In fact, he was just proud of himself for being hip with the kids these days. "Yeah, I'm not really a pop guy, but I totally like Espresso."

She wasn't walking by the antiques store after closing to make sure no one was snooping around, no absolutely not, it was just a coincidence that she was there hours after she'd closed up...wink wink. Normally when she did her unsanctioned rounds, Bea never saw anyone. Until tonight. "Oh, are you lost? The store's closed for the night but you could always tell me what you're looking for."

Strictly speaking, Kit knew he shouldn't spend as much time away from the security of his castle as he did, the whole prince thing considered, but he couldn't help himself. It felt so stuffy behind those doors and the world, at least their small version of it, was out there for him to explore. Which was why he constantly found himself at the diner whenever he was looking for new ideas. "Can I ask you something?" He questioned, turning to the person closest with a warm smile. "Are you a romance person? When it comes to books or movies, I mean."