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[color=C8C7CB][b]Time:[/b][/color] Noon
[color=C8C7CB][b]Location:[/b][/color] Alexei's
[color=C8C7CB][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Elias [@Helo], Alexander [@FunnyGuy]
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[color=C8C7CB]“Lives were lost?! LSD??”[/color]

Vivian stood next to the men with her jaw agape in astonishment. She hardly expected the incident to be as serious as it was, evident in her light-hearted jokes about it earlier. Alexander’s passionate speech about the whole thing caught Vivian off-guard. There was something strange in the way he spoke—though he appeared not much older than she was, Vivian felt like his manner of speech held an idealistic or grandiose tone. At the very least, it sounded different from casual jargon.

Despite Alexander’s apparent concern for the lives lost last night, Vivian found that his presence at Alexei’s juxtaposed the meaning behind his words. After all, here he was with the intention of playing pool and flaunting his wealth, actions that displayed nonchalance rather than worry. Rather than comment on it, however, Vivian kept her opinions silent in the interest of earning a wage from the wealthy man.

[color=C8C7CB]“Well, since it’s an open tab, I will gladly accept the offer.”[/color] As Elias walked off, Vivian shouted her order down the bar, [color=C8C7CB]“Whiskey on the rocks, Eli! Top of the shelf!”[/color]
 
Vivian turned her attention to Alexander. [color=C8C7CB]“Let’s head over to the pool tables.”[/color]