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Shannon continued stuffing the shelves with bottles, the fire wine had gone faster than anything else. Demons liked their alcohol hot to match their inner body temperature. If he didn't have enough on hand things get ugly quickly. Hench the table and chair slammed in the wall last night. It was odd to have a table sticking from the wall most of the night. He chuckled to himself at the thought of the furniture suspended due to a few legs dug deep in the dry wall.

A burst of cold whipped through the bar alerting him to the front door opening. The servers wouldn't be arriving for another hour, he straightened and turned to the thin man standing awkwardly clutching his. He looked slightly rumpled from fright, he leaned forward to get a better look at the man's lips. He only caught the words 'main street'. Was he lost?

He hoped he was right. He pulled a local map of the city from under the bar waving the customer closer, he unfolded it using shot glasses to hold the edges of the old paper down. His finger rested on the nearest corner where the bar was located, his eyes rose and waited for the other to join him. He was taking a huge risk by assuming instead of asking for a repeat.