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Gwen knew that Aftershock wasn’t exactly her niche of people despite the fact that the two majorities in the pub were common enemies. A simple human probably didn’t belong here, but if the place was anything Malcolm said it to be-- a place where you “took your shit outside”-- no one would confront her or even bat an eyelash that she wasn’t like the rest of them. She ordered her regular whiskey on the rocks, then pulled out her notepad, beginning to busy herself in her notes as she took sips of her drink here and there. Looking up from her pen for a moment, she caught the bar owner’s gaze from the bar and let out a chuckle. “Well, if it isn’t the man of the hour. I’m glad I finally got to see your place,” she said, a smile playing at her lips.
