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Taking a slow sip from the chilled bottle of beer in her hand, Cass swallowed it down with a soft sigh. “Yeah, I know I’m not supposed to drink alcohol while I’m takin’ the pain killers, but seriously. How else am I supposed to cope with the fact that supernatural beasties are a real thing? Y’all are lucky I’m not hittin’ the hard stuff!” she added with a grin. Honestly, she was handling this new information fairly well, in part because of a few phone calls to her grandmother, but also because of the patience of the man - her mate? - who owned Orion South, the bar she was currently in. “So that’s been my week. How has yours been?”

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Julian felt anxious as he paced in his small bookstore. It was his pride and joy. The only place he ever truly felt safe but he was on edge even here. He hadn’t slept in days the nightmares of his past coming back to haunt him whenever he closed his eyes. A sigh escaped is lips as he turned once more to walk the length of the store. Suddenly the bell chimed and in an instant his perky smile that he had perfected over the years graced his features. “Hey you!” It didn’t matter who was there in this small town he knew practically everyone. “Have you come for books or to have some of my famous tea?”

“Fair warning- I have no problem cutting you off if you get too drunk. Keep that in mind, okay?” The bar where Daven worked part time wasn’t nearly as popular as the ones run by Owen Walker- more small town and homey but still pleasant. Still, it got plenty of regulars and more often than not she had to kick some of them to the curb.