Multipup, Evening, Jazz, Joe and OTA
It was an evening for reading. Well...sort of.
Jazz had found herself a table near the entrance of the Mocha and when her attention wasn't on the comings and goings of fellow tenants through the Lobby, she was flipping through the latest addition of Victoria's Secret. Looking up from the cute little sun-dress she was eyeing, she watched a pair of children stampede through the Lobby followed by a harried looking guardian with a small smirk, then returned her gaze to the magazine, carefully dog-earring the page before turning it.
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Joe was in the library. He had, apparently, finally met his literary match. At long last he'd found a book even he couldn't stay awake through.
It was propped up on his belly now, his hands laced together over the spine as his chin rested on his chest, a soft 'not-quite-a-snore' whistle escaping him as he dozed.