#slayersstart

“I’m not technically working, but...” Cassian glanced around the nearly empty diner. Whoever was on that shift must’ve been outside smoking or hiding in the kitchen. He shrugged and headed behind the counter to make a fresh pot of coffee. “This might not be good coffee, mind you. I only work here once in a while. I barely know how to use this machine.”

“Does it really count as Summer Fest if I have to wear a sweatshirt when it starts to get dark?” As if on cue, Ollie shivered slightly. He shoved his hands into his pockets, flexing his fingers to keep warm. “I swear, summer just decided to disappear overnight. Have you seen a coffee cart anywhere? I need to warm up if I’m going to enjoy the rides.”

“I hope they never do away with newspapers,” Julian mused, his jaw tense despite his casual tone. There was plenty of planning and scheming to do now that he knew for sure that members of VIGILANTE had been at the gala, but for now, he needed a small distraction. “There’s something about a hard copy of news,” human news, that was, “that feels...authentic. And, I like the crosswords. What’s a six-letter word for red?”

This was honestly the last place Asha wanted to be, if her mother hadn’t pressured her to get a job outside of the Slayers she certainly wouldn’t have. To her this only felt like time wasted away from training and she was always itching to get out the doors. Standing behind the bar she walks over to a freshly seated patron and takes in a breath, “What can I get you tonight?” She asks feeling less than thrilled maybe a job for one less than people-person kind of person would have fit better but being that this place was ran and owned by the Slayers if she ever needed to leave for anything official she got no hassle for it.

“I’m telling you, I’m the reigning champ of darts in this fine establishment!” The chips in the bar and over all dingy feel to the place gave off a distinctly not fine establishment vibe, but Nox didn’t care. “I can beat anyone. Even you!”

“They should’ve locked the door if they didn’t want us to use this exit,” Evie shrugged, glancing over her shoulder to make sure they weren’t being followed. “I just want to see if this place is really weapons free or if they’ve got security out here with wooden sticks and silver blades.”

The sun had just barely set, and it felt odd to be out and about, trying to have fun, when there was so much work to do back at the office. Tearing off a ribbon length of cotton candy from her stick, Viv glanced toward the games. “All those things are rigged. I wonder if I could bribe one of the attendants to let me buy that big stuffed bear...”