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>>Vika, though text[@PrinceAlexus] Siobahn, and her cooking [@Almalthia] Joel, over a Guiness and some pesky carbon deposit [@Pilatus]
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The weekend came and went. After the rather odd night over at the Old Starboard and then the Olympus house, Ryan needed some time to clear his head. And what better place to do that than his restaurant? They're not yet open from their seasonal sabbatical, but thew time is drawing nearer with each passing moment. 

Monday, Ryan spent nearly the entire day in his empty establishment. Contemplating the direction in which to take his restaurant. Would he reinvent himself? Would he try to introduce some more unexpected ingredients to the mix? Would he start a new restaurant all together? So many options presented themselves to him, yet he cannot set his mind on any one of them. Through the kitchen speaker system, Ryan had on some easy going jazz tunes, while he quietly polished his knives. His focus towards his craft was always intense, yet they carried a sense of disdain, as if he has spent all of his life's joy already.

Setting down his tools, he wiped away the thin sheen of sweat from his forehead, letting out a drawn sigh along the way. Glancing at the atomically accurate clock, Ryan nodded to himself as he tidied up and prepared to leave. Tucking his knives back into their lacquered case, the quiet man turned and turned off the electronics before heading out. Clipping on his helmet, he knew he had an appointment with Joel the next day so he made his next destination the rented garage space where he parked his cars. Upon arrival, he traded his typical Vespa for the Mustang that needed work. With a turn of the key, the machine roared to life. With one or two spirited pumps of the gas pedal, Ryan put the car into gear and drove off into the night.

The next morning, Ryan did his best to look like he would fit in at a garage. Dark denim, plain t-shirt and light coat for the weather. Driving his car over to Apex Designs, his mind was unusually clear. At stop lights, he would often just look up into the sky, pondering about everything and nothing. To be honest, Ryan might even have been a little more aggressive while driving than his usual self.

While on his way over, he receives a text message. Vika. Not surprising. Ryan held off on responding until he reached where he was going. Aggressive driving or not, Ryan refuses to text and drive. In any case, Ryan reached his destination and parked his car as directed. [color=00aeef]"Good afternoon Joel, Siobahn."[/color] He said, given the duo a small nod. Taking the bottle of Guinness, he took a small sip from it as it was opened. Taking in the sights, sounds, and smells, Ryan could feel his spirits lifting and worrying slowly disappearing. All the variety of vehicles around the shop is giving him some rather expensive ideas, Ryan chuckled inwardly.

As Joel pointed out what the issue was, Ryan chuckled. [color=00aeef]"Well, if it is between going fast or being passive, I think I'll take the former."[/color] Ryan said, looking into the engine bay before Joel closed it up. [color=00aeef]"I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Matter of fact, can I just leave it here with you while its being worked on? Given the fact that it may or may not be safe?"[/color] Ryan said. At the mention of staying a while, and food, Ryan's expression shifted slightly. Looking over towards the same direction as Joel, he noticed that Siobahn was tending to some steaks. [color=00aeef]"I would be delighted to stay. I'll never turn down a good steak. And no. This isn't my restaurant. I don't criticize other's cooking. I simply appreciate the offer of food and company"[/color]