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[color=gray][sub][center][color=C45A6A][b]Location:[/b][/color] Abernova General Store[/center][/sub][/color]
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[INDENT][color=C45A6A]“Of course, this is exactly how I want to start my morning. Thank you, Mr. Mayor.”[/color] Luna muttered as her long, frayed pink hair covered a good portion of her face as she pushed the phone in her hands back into its place on her nightstand. Her tone was sarcastic and monotone, but the Mayor didn’t seem to care all that much as he ended the phone call in a huff. 

Luna didn’t even think if he had been paying attention he would’ve realized that Luna wasn’t being genuine in her thanks. Then again, who would be genuine being [i]woken[/i] up to [i]that[/i]? Certainly not Luna Abernova.

The young adult groaned in discontent as she moved her eyes to the window that overlooked the village. Despite the Mayor being her wake-up call, she couldn’t exactly roll over and go back to sleep. Not that Luna particularly cared about inconveniencing anyone came to the store looking for supplies, but at the end of the day (and start of the morning) she was a [i]professional[/i]--just like her grandfather had been. Her grandfather’s saying of “an Abernova is never unprepared” still rung true for Luna even though she hated [i]everything[/i] about the village she lived in. But before she got the store in order and opened the doors she would need a shower and a coffee.

[color=C45A6A][i]It’s five o’clock somewhere.[/i][/color]

When her morning regimen was done and over with she would go over the shipment manifest from the city before ensuring everything was [i]perfectly[/i] organized. For a short time, it seemed she was “allowed” to relax behind the register, a coffee cup firmly placed in her hand alongside her breakfast, a fruit-based assortment of crepes with only butter for a topping and toast with bacon on the side. She got to enjoy the benefit of no human interaction for most of her breakfast as the only sound present being that of the jazz record she had put on to help her focus on working. It was blissful in a way and for a little bit, she didn’t have to bother with thinking about what to present the mayor later on in the evening. 

Until she got her first few customers of the day, that is. Fortunately for Luna they didn’t really want to talk and had other business to attend to; a sentiment Luna definitely appreciated given her particular disposition and preferences. When both customers left she took to her plate of now empty food and returned it to the backroom where she disposed of the plate and silverware in a utility sink for the time being. 

It didn’t take her long to move back to the register where she went through, her manifest, customer orders, and her own personal scrapbook where she jotted down her own idle thoughts from time to time. A few days ago it was some morbid poetry about the village. A week prior to that it was the first draft of a musical composition. One of the hobbies she liked to do when she found the time was centered around music, not that anyone in the town was really aware of it. Much like her fondness for cooking, she didn’t exactly want the town clamoring for her to perform for them. That would be the worst torture she could ever imagine.

She sighed and quietly mused a thought relating to what she had just scribed.

[color=C45A6A][i]A few revisions and I’ll be happy with it. Maybe.[/i][/color]

She poured herself another coffee, the whiskey bottle underneath the counter soon finding itself poured into the cup. Luna didn’t have a drinking problem. She had a drinking [i]solution.[/i] So far, it was a good morning.























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