[center][color=lightpink][h1]Heather Abrams[/h1][/color][/center]
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Heather was busy mixing drinks when Trish came up to her counter "Another bar table came in, want me to handle them?"

Heather looked over at the new table. Two people, a man and a woman. What's one more. She shook her head and smiled [color=lightpink]"Thanks for offering, but you got me out of a jam already, I'll take them."[/color] Trish nodded and picked up her drinks before returning to her section. Heather finished up flinging the liquor around and setting them down to her bar guests before she trotted over to the table.

[color=lightpink]"Hello, how are we doing today?"[/color] she said in a cheerful manner. Could she disguise her tiredness and her want to go home? She was damn sure gonna try! [color=lightpink]"My name is Heather and I'll be serving you today. Our specials today are BBQ Chicken Brisket with a side of fries, our fresh grilled Salmon with greens, and my personal favorite, fettuccine alfredo with chicken and garlic. I can start you off with some drinks first."[/color]

The back of Heather's neck buzzed a bit. She felt it the moment her gaze went towards this table. She couldn't quite place why. They seemed like average folk. Yet she felt it.