Who: Jake, Aveira and Marcus
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Blacksmith and Weaponsmiths Shop
What: Jake and Aveira finally put the gloves on and poor Marcus gets stuck in the crossfire

Jake usually got in after Aveira did. She was an early riser and she was a bitchy one at that. Not to mention bossy. He kind of liked the bossy part, but the bitchy part he could do without. Maybe he could do a little sing-song in her honor and she would chill the hell out and stop trying to wear the pants on who did what in the shop. Jake knew what he was doing. The Siren didn't need a chick barking orders at him every five minutes. He usually tried not to be so moody around the vampire, but the rumors were starting to get to him. Part of it was because he was interested and the other half of him was annoyed. Why the hell wasn't there a newspaper in this joint? Rumors blew over the truth.

To try and ease the whole rumor deal, Jake fully decided he hated how the place was arranged. It was too neat and department store looking for him. It was time for some rearranging.

So, since the bitchy little blood sucker wasn't around he started to toss the wooden swords in the outside trash. Why did she even make those things? One, they looked like stakes used to kill vampires and two, she didn't reek of "I love children". 

When he was finished dumping all of her crappy kiddish shit outside, he closed the door and went back to doing his own work. Making real weapons and items that people could use. 

"How's that for pants wearing?" He grumbled. 

Of course, he had no idea she saw the part where he was throwing her useless shit out the back door. At least he wouldn't have to make up some sort of half assed story

Who: Marcus and Alana
When: Evening
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Meeting someone new at a place he's not used to

Marcus wasn't really the Wine Bar type of person, but curiosity did tend to whisper in his ear now and again. He felt kind of like the uncool kid in class that never did anything adventurous since he was pretty sure everyone and their child over the age of nineteen had been to the Wine Bar.

It was smokey inside, the overall appeal just as he thought. It was totally not for him. The Restaurant was more his gig. But instead of leaving he slowly made way through the various tables and sat at the bar. He honestly wasn't a big drinker, for a long time he tried to see the appeal and to this day he didn't see it.

Staring at the various designs on the wall, the Naga waited for someone to come his way so he could ask for something not entirely dorky to drink. People asked for just plain soda..

Didn't they?