Rowan glanced up, using her free hand to brush a loose lock of her purple-black hair behind her ear as she took a drag and dropped her smoke with her other. "Oh hell, hey...uhh...Winters, right? Valerie? No, Veronica. Ummm. We're not exactly open, so I can't serve booze yet, but I can getcha a soda of some sort." She stood, leggy frame evident because she had, due to the midsummer heat, decided on a thinner sort of jeans, as many looks as they might draw. After all, she didn't notice when people were paying attention to [i]her[/i], and it's not like patrons could see much behind the bar, right? 

"Ha, yeah, you'd actually be surprised how often I see people both through the goggles and not." She squinted in the sunlight, dusting off her apron and flicking the butt of her cigarette deftly off into the trashcan near the door, the cherry falling just short and avoiding a fire. "Or maybe you wouldn't, who knows?"

As the bass from Veronica's headphones caught up with her ears, one could almost see Rowan wince, though she would never admit it to a customer. "I haven't seen you here this early before, I don't think. Then again, most people avoid the place for the first half of their night to begin with, y'know? Walking past during daylight for even our regulars must be a bit weird. Tell ya what, you look like you've had a long morning, why don't I getcha somethin' to ease the boredom, eh?" And with that and a turn of the hips, Rowan disappeared into the front door of the bar, leaving it unlocked and inviting despite the early hour. Her almost smoky voice, rough from overuse over the past few years, came echoing behind her as she said, "You like the spicy stuff, yeah? Just got a shipment of weird as hell flavours, might be able to hook you up."

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