[color=7bcdc8][b]Elara Decaux[/b][/color]
[indent][color=cccccc]Elara returned from the back to find two men watching the bathroom door. She supposed it looked bad, with blood all over the place, and she swiftly cleaned up when they didn't ask for a drink. Though the man emerged just fine as she finished cleaning up the blood, and she set out a yellow sign warning against the slick floor as she pushed the mop and bucket aside. She was moving to check on the grizzled man's injured hand when he spoke to her again."[/color][color=7bcdc8]It's my job, sir. And if you're sure you're okay...[/color][color=cccccc]" her voice trailed off as she stepped back behind the counter, her grey eyes lingering upon his bandaged hand. Why would he be carrying that around? Did he break glasses often?

She prepared two simple drinks--whiskey on ice--before moving around the bar to set it at the men's table. Though as she closed the distance, her nose wrinkled and her gaze flickered to the older man. She paused, watching him for a moment too long. Then she suddenly cleared her throat and set the whiskeys before them. "[/color][color=7bcdc8]From the only other guy in the bar,[/color][color=cccccc]" she joked, though there was tension in her voice.[/color][/indent]
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