Who: Sonya Blade and Ragnar What: catching up Where: george's tavern When: Friday night ratings; R for future triggering.
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Weekend nights at the tavern were always busy, mostly made up of people trying to unwind from the weekend. This evening was no different, but there was a storm on its way and it looked to be a large one: not something many wanted to walk through. As such, well before the usual closing time, the tavern was nearly empty, many only staying for a drink or a hot meal.
Weekends though, Sonya moonlighted as a cook rather then a waiter, but with the kitchen closing soon anyway, she spent the rest of the time cleaning up the shop as a favor to the manager. She didn't look forward to the weather anymore than the rest of them, but she looked even less to going to bed-sleep still not coming easier to her. If it wasn't bad dreams, it was just a restless night sleep, and she was only just grateful that her training allowed her to function with only a few hours of sleep.
She was cleaning up the grill when she heard the door open, taking a peak through the window where orders and tickets came through. "Kitchen's closing soon." She called out.