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[center][color=Plum][h1]Zoé Flores[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Mia & Pia's Pizzeria & Brewhouse.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] None.[/sup][/color][/center]
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The familiar stench of beer filled her nostrils, overpowering the sense almost completely as she stood there, slight shock flickering over her features as she stared at the keg in front of her. Why it was that much of a surprise to her she wasn’t sure; it wasn’t as though it was the first keg to have blown up on her, and she was more than sure that it wasn’t going to be the last either. This sort of thing became a regular occurrence when you ran a brewery…

She was drenched… her forearms, face, hair, neck; they had all been hit by the alcoholic substance. The front of her top completely soaked through to the point where it had quickly become see-through in some places. Closing her eyes, Zoé dropped her arms back down to her sides, allowing them to just hang there for a few moments as she thought over what now needed to be done; she had to clean up the mess… change the keg, and any others that were empty… check the tills… stock up on ice… turn on both the fryers and oven in the kitchen… ensure the grocery catalogue is up to date…

The list was endless; and it all had to be completed before they opened.

With what was a defeated sigh falling out through her lips, she lifted a hand up, her fingers slipping back and disappearing into her long dark locks as she pushed them off of her face, though the action was all in vain; the very moment her arm returned to her side, her hair fell, once more framing her weary, slightly intoxicated, and obviously tired features. What a great way to start her first day as a mother… This was all going to be a lot easier if she just went and got the new keg before unhooking it all…

Dropping her head down, Zoé examined the front of her top- she reeked of beer. Dopplebock. It was the strongest beer that they served at the pizzeria; the strongest beer that they made at the brewery thus far, and as such, it also had quite a strong aroma. Running a hand over her face, she once more let out a gentle though defeated sigh, her feet shuffling along underneath her as she headed out of the bar area and into the storage room in the back, only coming to a stop once her gaze fell on what it was she was searching for. The kegs, as always, were lined up in rows; stored up-right and with the labels clearly seen from almost anywhere you stood in the room- each weighing about one hundred and sixty pounds, which would (under any normal circumstance) be almost impossible to move without some kind of help.

Luckily for her, she wasn’t exactly considered to be [i]normal[/i].

Searching for the right label before doing anything else, Zoé made her way over to them, her body stooping down as she reached out, her arms wrapping as far around the barrel as they possibly could before she lifted it up, standing up straight once more as she brought it higher, resting it gently over her shoulder as she began to head back the way she had come, carrying it with ease back towards the bar as once again, she allowed her mind to wander.

The boys… No; her sons. She couldn’t help but wonder how they were doing. Even though she had given them both keys to the house the night previous, she knew better than to think that they would have gone there with all that had happened. Gage would have stayed at the hospital… there was no way that he was going to leave Syleste’s side, and she wouldn’t ever ask him to. Aron on the other hand… whether he chose to stay at the hospital with Gage, or headed out to meet up with Cody, she didn’t mind. As long as they were safe… as long as they were happy. Honestly, that was all that really mattered to her right now. Unable to help the small smile that played with her lips at the very thought, Zoé continued to move, her mind obviously elsewhere as she wandered back over towards the bar.