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The Pub is a few levels up in a skyscraper in the Heart of the City. It has wood on the walls to cover up the stone. There's a bar on one side, and then there are various tables throughout.

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Roleplay!

((Is this good, Brian?))

[yup]

it was a normal work day at the pub people were coming in and ordering drinks he went back and forth making and delivering drinks to his patrons

((You might want to ask for an RP partner?))

(I did)

((Okay. Couldn't remember))

[?]

((Sorry, have not had much time these past two days))

(Ok when do we start)

((Maybe you should find someone else? I don't want to keep you waiting))

(Sure)

Tyler wanders in, a book tucked under her arm. She ran a hand through her hair and sat at one of the back tables, completely silent.

Pat looked up and saw a new customer sitting at the back table he finished wiping the counter and grabbed a pad and pen and walked over to the table "hello and welcome to the pub. What can I get for you?" He asked

Tyler glanced up, her eyes looking a bit haunted. Spending time with Gavin had taken a huge toll on her usually cheery mood. "I... Give me a minute, I guess." She finally looks down at the menu.

He noticed the look in her eye he could tell something was wrong but He stood by waiting to take her her order

Tyler noticed a little doodle in the corner of the menu, next to a light beer. Another one showed up next to a small meal plate. She sighed, running a hand through her hair again, glancing at the scar on her palm before looking up. "I'll have this..." She points to the light beer that was marked. "And this." She points to the small meal plate.

He wrote down her order and knew something might be wrong so he decided to do something "excuse me miss why don't you come sit at the bar I don't want you to sit in a dark corner by yourself" he said holding his hand out to help her up

Tyler sighs and takes his hand, standing. She wasn't in the mood to argue, first with Gavin then with seeing Lucas's marks on the menu.

He brought her to the bar and sat her on a bar stool he then went behind the counter to begin working on her order

Tyler ran her hand through her hair again, biting her bottom lip. She traced the scar on her palm, back and forth, staring off into space.

The food was being cooked and he noticed again something was wrong so he filled a glass of light beer and handed it to her " may I ask what's wrong?" He asked

Tyler takes a sip and makes a face. "Ugh. I can't believe Lucas would ever drink this stuff," She mutters to herself, then glances up at the bartender. "Sure. I guess."

"Go ahead tell me your story" he said while he cleaned a glass with a rag

"My story? Well, that's a boring tale. But the story of Lucas? That's a love story. A tragedy." She stares down into her glass, swallowing hard as she remembers the last time she had seen her brother.

"Whatever you feel comfortable telling me" he said checking on her food to see if it was ready

"He ran away years ago, and I never saw him again. Then I met his lover, who told me he was dead. Two broken hearted people, who can never look at each other without seeing who they lost." Tyler cuts herself off, feeling the tears tightening her throat and burn behind her eyes.

He handed her a clean rag to wipe her face of tears

Tyler squeezes her eyes shut, ignoring it. She clenched her fists, her hand trembling.

"Hey hey it's alright it's alright" he patting her shoulder

"No. No it's not, and I wish people would stop saying that!" She exclaims, pulling her shoulder away.

"We all lose people as we live but the only thing we can do is remember who they were and never forget them" he said

Tyler scoffs a bit angrily. She was tired of condolences. She was tired of all that crap that didn't help.

He didn't know what else to say she looked as if all was lost but he didn't want to give up

Tyler took a deep and trembling breath, looking as if she was going to walk away.

"Wait I know I suck at these consoling things but tell me is there something I can do to help?" He asked

"Can you bring back the dead?!" She asks bitterly, running a hand through her already messy hair.

"No but I can share their stories with you" he said

"Like that'll help." She stands to leave.

"Actually I think it might just help he said pulling out a book "you said his name was Lucas am I correct?" He asked

"Lucas Pond. My twin brother." She says as she walks towards the door, sighing sadly.

"Ah here it is" he said pulling out a folder full of notes and letters and stories "mr Lucas pond was here and he wrote quiet a bit

(She's difficult)

((She's usually easier. She's just in a bad mood.))

Tyler stops and rushes back to the bartender, peering over his shoulder.

"By the looks of it he wrote a lot he said he was writing to a girl he knew" he explained

"I... Can I see?" Tyler's hardened voice has dissolved with the prospect of seeing something from her brother.

He looked over "sure here you go" he said as he handed her the folder

Tyler's hand shook as she took the folder. She opened it slowly, immediately recognizing Lucas's handwriting.

"He was in here for quiet a long time for a few days he was always the first person in here after I opened up" he said

Tyler sits down, not even listening anymore. She traces the elaborate designs on Lucas's paper, her hand shaking.

He noticed the nervousness she had by her hand shaking

Tears slide down her cheeks and on to the paper as she reads the top page, a poem.

He brings her a napkin to wipe the tears away