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She stretches, "I guess.. Its just gonna put some more heat on me tho" she said "It wont do anything but play with their heads"

"You sure you don't want help?"

"If I needed help I would've been dead... besides, I wont drag the holy into the home of the damned" she said

Licht laughs. "I may seem like I wouldn't care, but... If it brings even a small bit of light into somewhere that seems so dark... then hell, I'll throw a whole damn concert and ligt that B**** up!!"

"Trust me we have enough sound and light shows, Its all parties and gun fights at home... of course like after 12 it calms down ya know?"

Jackson walked in looking around the bar, eyes narrowed, he walked over to a table taking off his leather jacket putting it around the back of a chair neatly and sat down, folding his hands, once a waitress came over he ordered a beer.

Catalina was sitting there, sipping a glass of red wine.

Yawns with a stretch, it was morning in her world, as she joins into this one. She glances about the quiet bar, noticing a few patrons. She gets to work on cleaning up the unoccupied tables and booths. Then after a bit sits up at the bar counter for a break.

"Good morning. Natasha." Catalina smiled, sitting there with a glass of red wine in her hand. Her London Topaz blue eyes were interested in this cat.

Morning.

She eyed Ragna, looking at him. "Good morning."

She looks up from the counter, "Good morning, everyone." She smiles as she enjoys her morning coffee, enjoying the taste of hazelnut and maple creamer.

Jackson looked around at everyone then pulled out a small book, reading it as he stayed quiet in his corner

He was in the kitchen mixing up pudding

Cecilia was sitting there with her rifle in hand. She shouldered it then took out a book and started reading.

The atmosphere in the bar made her chuckle, and then morph into a smile as she gets up from her seat. Then goes into the closet to get a long-handled broom, turning on her shoulder speakers to her ears only and goes around sweeping up. Singing and dancing to the music coming from the speaker.

She had her rifle in hand, loading the magazine then inserting it into the rifle and pulled the bolt back. The rifle then suddenly vanished, she put her hands down and brought her book back up, reading it again.

Kupid was sitting at one of the tables, putting pink nail polish on his fingernails carefully.

She looked at Kupid, a revolver in her hand. She was calmly loading the chambers. She waved "Hello."

Kupid glanced at Cecilia and held his hand up briefly as a wave and looked away. "Yeah, hi." He said in a rude tone.
.. Best to leave him alone.