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[color=C8C7CB][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[color=C8C7CB][b]Location:[/b][/color] Alexei's
[color=C8C7CB][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Eli [@Helo]
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[color=C8C7CB][i]Pfft.[/i][/color]

The sound of laughter stopped midway through Vivian’s throat in response to the newest customer’s joke, the classy woman who was seated by Ylva. Her jab at Finn’s expense was entertaining, but Vivian remained somewhat aware of her position as a server and tried to not make her amusement obvious to the potential customer. Regardless, she had a point—door issue aside, Vivian wasn’t sure whether or not Finn fell a bit short of the age requirement for the job. She found the image of him in bright yellow rubber gloves and a toilet plunger more amusing anyway.

Elias’ quick thinking—despite taking several shots earlier—helped to resolve the issue faster than Vivian would have. He already found someone to fix the door with the foresight to see that leaving the building door-less would be a problem through the night. 

[color=C8C7CB]“Aren’t you reliable? Thanks for dealing with it Eli,”[/color] Vivian grinned and gave her colleague a friendly punch in the shoulder. She was surprised to hear that Finn was at the art exhibit as well, though she was still wrestling with the belief that it had happened at all. It didn’t seem like something that would happen in a small town, but it was more of an unbelievable coincidence that three people from the same traumatic event had gathered in some hole-in-the-wall pub. In addition to the lucky billiards job she got that morning, the chain of coincidences felt uncanny.

[color=C8C7CB]“If you’re vouching for him then it should be fine. Say, how old did you have to be to work as a bouncer again?” [/color]