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Shannon's eyebrows rose at the unusual order, most come here to drink and forget. Rarely did someone come to just drink orange juice. He wasn't one to judge, he was here to pour drinks. He fetched the requested ingredients for the order and poured it. "Ice?"

When the drink was made to the customer's specifications he slid it to Simon. "So what brings you to this side of town?" Shannon said after he had returned the juice to the small fridge under the bar. He began polishing the bar, it was something he had seen in a show once. It seemed like bartenders were suppose to be wiping something. He didn't feel like working on glasses so he went with the next best thing. Besides, it relaxed some people and they started talking.

He had been doing this for a while now and still it amazed him of how loose people get. He wasn't just a bartender, he was a keeper of secrets. Half think since he cannot hear, their secrets were safe. Which had made many tongues loose and much knowledge passed to him. He just hoped no cop came in asking questions.