#viktor-liddell

Wednesdays were usually slow nights at work, the lull between Tuesday karaoke and the start of the weekend rush. It hadn't been hard to keep all three bars stocked; the bartenders had plenty of time for each customer and didn't need backup; and the garnishes Kaan had prepped at the beginning of his shift would probably be enough to last all night. Even if business picked up a little later, he doubted he'd have much to do the second half of his shift besides refill ice as it melted and slide the occasional tray of glassware into the dishwasher.

That was why he'd taken himself on a walk as soon as his break started, getting more steps in through a quick circle of Camden Market's perimeter than he'd been able to at work. If he had time after he ate, he'd walk around again. But the restaurant stalls were getting crowded as dinnertime approached, and as he took his bowl of mix-and-match Thai food to a seating area on the water, it was hard to find an empty table. That was why, when someone approached, he kicked the chair across from him out a little in invitation. "Need a place to sit, mate?"

When: Evening

Who: @viktor-liddell

She'd worn a plain black suit, her dark hair neatly and severely pinned back. Though Eira usually preferred to wear bright colors, flowy and soft materials with her hair loose down her shoulders, for these meetings she preferred not to draw any undue attention towards her more creative tendencies. Her friends probably would have been concerned, asking her if somone had died, but she was just determined for that to not happen to her. Over her shoulder she carried a large, sleek black leather bag, and inside were the painstaking records she took for her business, carefully written so as to not reveal any indication of the criminal activity.