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    when the door swings open, a cold beer is already opened with a click and a grin on stevie’s face. she plops it onto the bar top, using her finger to wave between her person and blaze.  ‘how’s that for service? those five star bars can stuff it up their asses.’ she makes a point to try and remember regulars and their drinks but it’s not always easy. the air is filled with lively acoustic tunes, a busker stevie only met a few days prior. ‘long day at the office, dear?’ she snarks teasingly, leaning on the bar and smiling.

“freddy, jason!” dimitri calls after his two labs who have made a friend at first sight in a doberman. there’s no worry in dimitri’s tone as he closes to the other dog walker, hands in pockets as he nods. “they’re real friendly. too friendly. still working on their recall, whole reason why i got labs was because i thought they were meant to be easy to train. that’ll teach me getting two.” he laughs, leashing up the horror themed labradors once he was close enough. “now that’s a dog.” he adds, looking to the elegant doberman as all the dogs bundle together in a sniff frenzy.