10-31-2025, 08:47 PM
The bar was almost done. Only finishing touches in decor left, and of course the finalizing of the license. His father was dragging his heels, but it would get done and The Sebastian's would have yet another safe house that was his style. His father was most unhappy about that. But he was glad to have a foothold here with family running things. Ethan was not breaking ground on the vodka business. He was failing miserably -- hard to break into what Russia already did so well.
The text from Nox and then from Rachel wasn't exactly unexpected. Who the fuck where you going to talk to about being taken over by a fucking guy who made you feel things? It wasn't like the Atharim had people to talk to. Unless you went to confession and then they didn't help you process it. It was just a confession. Nox was doing something right by helping these people out. And Second Chances. He'd been asked to help. At least train up some psycho babble people to deal with monsters and shit. He'd agreed to the later. Not so much to the therapy. These were favors -- friends of Nox's. People he protected. It was all for Nox for whatever it was worth.
When the pettite blonde walked into the bar he smiled. He'd prepared a simple juice and soda drink for her. Not one of his 'special' specials, but something that would wake her up a little. Not in the stimulant sort of way -- wake up the taste buds.
"No alcohol. I promise." He put the drink on a table with the chairs down, all the rest were up as they weren't open yet.
He offered her a chair and then held out his hand. "I'm Hayden. You're Rachel. We didn't exactly meet before. But I know your story. Nox talks. And I've heard your name from Elyse a time or two too. So this isn't therapy, this is just talking. Between strangers, but sometimes that's what you need. I'm here to listen. So where would you like to start? I can tell you more about me if it'd help."
The text from Nox and then from Rachel wasn't exactly unexpected. Who the fuck where you going to talk to about being taken over by a fucking guy who made you feel things? It wasn't like the Atharim had people to talk to. Unless you went to confession and then they didn't help you process it. It was just a confession. Nox was doing something right by helping these people out. And Second Chances. He'd been asked to help. At least train up some psycho babble people to deal with monsters and shit. He'd agreed to the later. Not so much to the therapy. These were favors -- friends of Nox's. People he protected. It was all for Nox for whatever it was worth.
When the pettite blonde walked into the bar he smiled. He'd prepared a simple juice and soda drink for her. Not one of his 'special' specials, but something that would wake her up a little. Not in the stimulant sort of way -- wake up the taste buds.
"No alcohol. I promise." He put the drink on a table with the chairs down, all the rest were up as they weren't open yet.
He offered her a chair and then held out his hand. "I'm Hayden. You're Rachel. We didn't exactly meet before. But I know your story. Nox talks. And I've heard your name from Elyse a time or two too. So this isn't therapy, this is just talking. Between strangers, but sometimes that's what you need. I'm here to listen. So where would you like to start? I can tell you more about me if it'd help."