Maxie pushed his way through the crowds of the carnival, not stopping his fast pace until he ended up at the spot where Jaren's office was stationed. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to be the one initiating any kind of conversation with Jaren fucking Sinclair, but he was desperate. Desperate enough to push his way in without bothering to knock. "Bestie, y'home?"

Jannik had to hurry away from his client, a mix-up with their bought tonic meaning the Ace now had to return to the warehouse, find the right one and come back later on today. He hated making mistakes, and all the more hated forgetting so many things when it came to his job.

He was jotting everything down in his note book while he could still recall the details when he bumped into someone. The face of the woman was one he knew, but her name and previous interactions had escaped him. Did they know each other? Maybe. All he knew for sure was the way she made him feel, the way his fear instinct seemed to kick in. She doesn't like me? She was...horrible to me?

"I am so so sorry!"

Jannik had a few hours to spare until he needed to meet todays clients, a reminder scribbled onto the back of his hand and two alarms set on his phone to remind himself to go home, get changed and pick up the stock from the Warehouse before heading out onto the streets. The Alibi seemed like a good place to stop for now.

He liked to look at faces. Sat at the bar he did just that, observing the other patrons silently. Faces he recognised. Faces he didn't. Faces he thought he did. One stood out to him, an old friend, Reuben. The two hadn't seen each other in...a while...Jannik wasn't sure. Are we on or off at the moment? He continued to stare, debating if he should approach.

Lizzie sat on a brick wall, legs kicking as she watched Reuben nearing her on the sidewalk. She watched him often, curious. As he got closer, she called out, "why are you always so grumpy?"

James closed his apartment door behind him and glanced down the hall, surprised to see Giselle leaving her own apartment. He wasn't one to talk up neighbors, but, well, he had seen the trial. "How uh...how're ya doin' kid?" he called out a bit awkwardly.