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lightaffinitySunshine only realizes she's missed her birthday when the assistant chef asks what the date is. She's still having trouble adapting to the fact that she'd apparently jumped through time as well as dimensions - her birthday doesn't feel like it should be for another couple of months - and while most people probably handle this by checking the date on their phones, Sunshine isn't exactly most people. And it's not like she's big into celebrating her birthday, especially not when she's so far from home, but hell. This time last year she'd been pretty convinced she was going to be eaten by a vampire or kidnapped by the government before she could make it to 27. That she has (even if it's cheating by a couple months) is probably worth drinking to.
The sign outside the bar says Semele's, and it's mostly empty, which isn't really surprising for a Sunday night. Most people don't get Mondays off. It being mostly empty is also definitely a good thing, Sunshine discovers once she steps inside, because most of the patrons have something going on in the shadows on their faces. Unlike most of her shadow-vision things, the Other-spotting power doesn't usually give her problems, but if the bar was full of Others, she'd probably have developed a splitting headache in under an hour.
The sparse crowd means she gets a seat at the bar without having to elbow anyone out of the way, and she considers squinting at the menu over the bar before deciding that fuck that, it's hard enough reading black type on a white background in good lighting, and this is literally none of the above. So when the bartender heads in her direction, she just asks, "Do you have cider?" and hopes he's not one of the bitchy types who'll just tell her to read the menu.
The sign outside the bar says Semele's, and it's mostly empty, which isn't really surprising for a Sunday night. Most people don't get Mondays off. It being mostly empty is also definitely a good thing, Sunshine discovers once she steps inside, because most of the patrons have something going on in the shadows on their faces. Unlike most of her shadow-vision things, the Other-spotting power doesn't usually give her problems, but if the bar was full of Others, she'd probably have developed a splitting headache in under an hour.
The sparse crowd means she gets a seat at the bar without having to elbow anyone out of the way, and she considers squinting at the menu over the bar before deciding that fuck that, it's hard enough reading black type on a white background in good lighting, and this is literally none of the above. So when the bartender heads in her direction, she just asks, "Do you have cider?" and hopes he's not one of the bitchy types who'll just tell her to read the menu.
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Date: 2015-10-12 04:43 am (UTC)Either he's got no sense of sarcasm or he can tell that she's lying, and something tells Sunshine that this guy doesn't have any problems with sarcasm. She'd been playing with fire a little, letting on that she noticed there was anything weird about this place, and now she can either try to bullshit her way out of this, or she can just tell the truth.
What the hell. It's not like this gonna be like it was with that cop the other week, trying to figure out what he might know or not know without saying anything directly. She squints at him for a minute, then says, with a casualness she really doesn't feel, "So, the bullshit detector. That a were thing, or is that just you?"
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Date: 2015-10-14 09:50 pm (UTC)Derek raises an eyebrow at that, tilting his head curiously as he looks her over. She isn't the first one in the city to know that he's a werewolf just by looking at him, but it never stops being slightly unnerving.
"A were thing," Derek says after a moment, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes just a little. "How'd you know?"