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He poured himself a glass of Scotch and just watched the Christmas tree.

"Thanks."

Azumi, in order to appease her own zoomies, started playing this on a mini drum kit she found somewhere.

Do not forget that she is quite competent as a drummer. She is in a band after all. Her son's, to be exact.

He was still asleep in the same place when he did when Azumi slept on his head.

Keira would make sure Andrew woke up to a nice meal.

The beautiful male would start working on the meal. He was still grinning at being called "beautiful".

Lailah sat there at a table, hand on her cheek, silently and peacefully reading a book by herself.

He spoke into the newcomers mind "Welcome to Trixie's. I'm the cook. I'm in the kitchen, but I can help you"

"You'll be fine where you stand. Pray, if I'm distracting you, due tell, young gentleman." She spoke in a thick, fluent British accent, flicking the page of her book with her finger and thumb then looked back down, reading again.

He laughed a bit before communicating with her "no. I am the one working. The large fellow in the chair is the bouncer. Whenever you're ready, just let me know"

Zeva came scampering into the bar, a smaller satchel situated upon her hip, seeming ever-so-slightly out of breath as her eyes darted around the tavern, both curiously and cautiously.

She made her way over to a dimly lit booth in the corner, her eyes still skirting over the rather interesting bar, and those who occupied it as of current.

Nearing the booth, she tossed her satchel onto the table, trifling through its treasures and such, not that they'd be considered treasures to most others since it was all cybernetic parts, chips, and top-secret codes.

She continued sifting through her things, proudly going through today's successful pickings, though little no expression was displayed upon her even features.