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Alva Jay- Huskers Restaurant.

During the course of the morning, Alva had come to realize that her job made her smile a lot. Maybe it was the friendly faces, maybe it was the fact that it kept her mind off of whatever else she was thinking about. Walking away from the counter, she would hand a new order to one of the cooks and pick up Jacksons meal. Heading on over, she would realize that he had switched to his usual seat, and Levi was sitting with him. Well that was pleasant. She walked over smiling and setting his plate down as she gave a sly smile in Levi's direction. The look on her face was clear: You're busy right now, but I'm talking to you later wether you like it or not."Here we go Mr. Jones..." she said, refilling the mans coffee. "Levi if you want something to eat before work, you know where to find me." And with that she walked over to Cas's table, handing him a menu. "Take a look at this if you need to, Cas. I'll be right back," she added, seeing yet another person walk through the door. Walking over, she would hand the large -as in his muscles- man a menu as well. Haven't seen his face around Huskers before, she would give the introductory that she usually did for tourists. "Welcome to Huskers Restaurant, darling. I'm AJ and I will be your server today. Please take a moment to look over the menu. I'd be happy to tell you what our specials are, if need be. If you need anything, just holler."  And then back to the counter she went, picking up another order and handing it to a woman at the counter. Just then, House Party by Sam Hunt came on the radio.

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Lilith "Lil" Hathor- 333 West Gardens Boulevard, then to Huskers.

Lilith couldn't do it anymore. The dark room with the morning shows playing on her flat screen held no interest for her anymore. It was the only light in the whole room, having taken precautionary measures with the sun. With a sigh, she would get up, walk over to her closet and open the doors to expensive furs, dresses, a few pairs of jeans and what-not, all darkly colored. Have already settled for a nice dress earlier this morning, she would settle for her favorite coat. Solid black, with fur aligning the hood and end of the sleeves. Perhaps it would look a bit to heavy, but who cared. It was her outfit, after all. Pulling the jacket onto her arms, not bothering to button it up, she would brush her hair once more and look at her reflection in the mirror. 

There she would find those timelessly defiant eyes of her's staring back at her. Well, what are you doing? they seemed to be asking her. She looked away. Deciding to go to Huskers, she would think about how her outfit offered protection from the sun. The coat covered her arms, and as she pulled her hood over her head, it allowed for the sun to be blocked off of her face and arms. The dress reached all the to the ground, allowing the sun to be blocked from her legs. Huskers was her destination as she grabbed her purse, locked the front door and headed right on the side walk. A good 30 minutes to the bus is what it took, then another 15 on the bus. It wasn't the fact that she was hungry, after all, she had just feed mere hours before. But instead, she was after a person to speak to. After all, her Co-Coven leader, Jack, was a regular there. Perhaps she would be able to catch him there. 

Arriving at the bus stop just on the corner before arriving at Huskers, she would take a deep breath of the fresh air. Well, as fresh as the air could get in New Orleans. As she did so, she felt that something here wasn't... particularly right. Walking in, this would be only her 15th time in the restaurant. Just enough to have her face known, but not enough to be a regular. She spotted Jack, but he seemed a bit busy talking to a human boy. Oh, Jack. He was always up to something, wasn't he? She smiled at the thought. She took a seat to the far left of the restaurant, away from the windows and the sun as she took off her jacket, hanging it over the back of her chair, and sitting. Unfortunately, she had to blend in with society some how. Picking up the menu, she would give a quick glance around the building, seeing all of the face's. Some, must have been the humans, smelt so delicious. And then, smelling closer, she realized what the feeling in her gut was. One of them was here.

A were-wolf.
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