Sitting at the bar countless generations of Miller's had own was not what August had in mind. Being in Havenwood at all was not what he had in mind. Unfortunately, the city of Brooklyn had other plans in mind for him when one of it's cops started asking too many questions about Auggies special gifts, and it wasn't Nana Miller's chicken pot pie recipe. No one over the age of 50 in his family particularly liked Auggie since he'd come out as gay at the approximate age of 16. His siblings loved him just as he was and Auggie gave his mother kudos for trying… most of the time. But graduating high school, he hadn't exactly been welcome to family gatherings in years. Forced to move back to the one place he'd happily left at the age of 18 did not make him happy. He resented the cop who couldn't take the hint when Auggie bent the guy's gun to unusuable in the heat of anger. In hindsight… that hadn't been the smartest way to try and get the guy to leave him alone, so the blame wasn't entirely at the cop's feet. It was probably why the gifted human was a little angry at himself for being so brazen with his abilities. As the saying went, however, you might as well make an omelet out of a few broken eggs.
Upon arriving to him hometown, he'd discovered that his room had been completely taken over by his parents to use as storage. His father suggested living in the flat above the bar and at first, Auggie dismissed the idea of having to pay rent to his family, but the conveniences it offered overshadowed his estranged relationship with his parents. So, having officially moved back on October 20th, August had been unpacking boxes, arranging (and re-arranging) furniture during his downtime throughout the week—which was considerable given the vast crime differences between Brooklyn and Havenwood—and he was just breaking down one box when he decided a break was order.
So, locking up behind him, Auggie made his way downstairs into the bar proper, lifting his hand in greeting to a few regulars who already knew his face. Halloween at the Tavern was in full swing judging from the number of costumed individuals he saw and the gifted human got niggled for not wearing one. His response was merely to smile and shrug the good-natured teasing off as he sat down next to a younger lady dressed as a nurse. Although as he sat there a moment longer, a feeling of familiarity overtook him and it dawned on him that this woman wasn't dressing up as a nurse; She was a nurse, if he recalled correctly, at Havenwood General. Yes, now he remembered; He'd seen her a few times in the cafeteria. Now… what was her name? Karen? Kaitlyn? … Keegan sounded about right, but he'd only confirm that if he asked.
August nudged her arm with an elbow, "Hey, you're Keegan… yes?"