[It's a bit of an odd place, isn't it? The man sitting (floating?) behind the cash register isn't even trying to hide that he's asleep on the job, and nobody seems to care in the slightest. The bar too is empty, and there's a clear lack of wait staff, but at least the music is good?
Seteth emerges from the back a few minutes after Shane takes a seat, odd clothes topped by an apron this time; he slides behind the bar with a welcoming nod, putting away the sign holding his place.]
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Seteth emerges from the back a few minutes after Shane takes a seat, odd clothes topped by an apron this time; he slides behind the bar with a welcoming nod, putting away the sign holding his place.]
Good evening. What can I get you tonight?