#shcastarter

Everett had barely made it through his shift. He was exhausted. Between the barn fire and the rescue of the kid stuck up the tree and the three car accidents, he had hardly had a chance to rest. After a quick shower he noticed the time and it was only six and he realized he hadn’t eaten all day. He found his way to This and That, just wanting some good old fashion comfort food to fill him up before he went home and crashed for the night.

His hands were busy behind the counter. Of course, he could’ve made one of the tenders come in and work on the expansive display of bottles that he was far too proud of, but that didn’t suit him just right. He was, above all things, a perfectionist. Stepping back, he frowned at the tequila section, brows furrowed. He just couldn’t seem to get it exactly how he wanted it. Sighing deeply, the vampire unstocked all of them, going over the mentor list in his head. He of course heard the door open, and felt his back tense as it did. The only person who should’ve been able to get in at this time of day was Miliora. But she was indisposed if at the moment.

The driver had left the box in the back of the shop just inside the door where he had delivered it. It was a shipment of a collection he had found and purchased on his last trip to Greece. He was excited to get them put on the shelves so others could partake in in the old collection. He began stacking them in the back, in the section he had cleared the day before. He was so engrossed in the stacking, that had he not had the bell on the door installed, he would have never noticed anyone coming in. The sound of the bell pulled him out of it his sort of trance. He looked up calling out to whoever it was. “I am in the back if you need anything!” He said as he continued to stack them one by one on the shelves, the excitement of having the old books in his hands playing on his face.