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Quiet day in the store but it was still early enough that the tourists were too hung over from the night before to stumble their way in. So to kill the time, Charles had been staring at the skull on the shelf on opposite end, willing for it to move. “Oh come on... I slept, it should be fine.” He was too focused to even notice that that the bell above the door jingled, signalling that someone had come in.

Matt curled his lips up into a smile when he saw a familiar face. It had been a long day and he was kinda tired, but his shift would last a few more hours. But hey, if he'd come up with a good reason, he could talk to them, right? He smiled even brighter when he noticed the car, not really parked where it should be. "So, is that car yours?"

“Yeah, I get it,” the brunette spoke into the phone, walking quietly along the outskirts of the Quarter, “Seriously, I’m not an idiot. I know what to do.” He hung up the phone, a bad hanging from his shoulder and his bow in his other hand. “No welcome back parade,” he mumbled lightly, “This place has changed.”

The natural hustle and bustle of the bar had transitioned into white noise to Damon, yet he picked up on the sound of footsteps approaching him until finally coming to a halt beside him. “ Stop - turn around, and walk away. ” He didn’t need to turn around to see who it was, he didn’t care - as long as they left him alone.

“I swear to god, would it kill us to invest in some air conditioning. I’m pretty sure my sweat is sweating.”