#crescentstarter

Olivia wasn’t much of a coffee drinker unless it was mixed with a little whiskey, but it had grown on her since she’d been getting up at 5 am to deal with screwed up flower deliveries. She sipped on the freshly made brew as she scrolled through her computer, eyeing a few new items for the store as the chime of the bell rang through to signal a new customer. 

“Hello! Feel free to take a look around, let me know if you see anything you like,” she called out, taking another sip before she set it down and made her way toward the front of the shop. “Looking for anything in particular?” she asked with a half hearted smile.

The bar was Caleb’s happy place, the one spot in town that none of his siblings could wreck because they had an agreement. It was the one piece of the city they weren’t allowed to wreak havoc in. Everywhere else, they could start a bloodbath, but 1120 was his one slice of New Orleans that remained untouched. It didn’t mean Caleb hadn’t crushed a few skulls in his day, but that was his business. 

He sat in his usual spot, sipping on a glass of finely aged scotch as the people buzzed around him. It wasn’t unusual to be full mid afternoon, but it was always just a little surprising at the very least. After a few minutes of people watching, Caleb stood and made his way over to the bar, shooting a look at the bartender who immediately poured him another drink, his attention wavering over to someone that stopped behind him. “Can I help you with something? If you’re close enough for me to smell your breath, you’re too close,” he stated plainly, glancing back at the intruder.

liv: Please tell me you have working AC because the shop is BOILING.