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One of the usual rotation of wait staff would pour a nice tall glass of cold water for Shun when he sat.

"Summer's coming," she'd smile because the weather was unseasonably warm, in the 80's right now, and that meant tourists, beach-goers and more kids trying to ditch class as the end of the school year came for them.

She'd leave him with the menu after her pleasant attempts at small talk and a quick, "Can I get you something to drink?"

Borr was behind the bar, like most days, would give Shun a minute to at least commit to eating before he came to bother him.

The waitress did come back in a few minutes to take his order and only once that she'd gone did Borr find his way over.

The large man was in his usual black t-shirt with a faded Harley Davidson logo tucked in and belted, though that was invisible under his large stomach. It seemed he wasn't keen on sleeves as the bearded man never seemed to have any, even at work.

His smile was as genuine as ever, "Mr. Kuroda, good to see you again." A bar towel was cast over his shoulder and Borr held out a hand for a hearty shake as always. "Heard you got your dinner."

"Great!" He'd really only been wanting to prove he wasn't just reaching some level of 'okay' bar food with this place. Not when he knew that Dhan and Nasir could cook their asses off.

"And how've you been? How's our city treating you?" Borr didn't sit, not while someone was paying and hadn't invited him. He was just checking in.

Borr's bushy brows rose a moment, his mouth forming a small o before they flattened and he sat down opposite the younger man.

"Ah-" A hand smoothed over the beard, "It's got it's quirks but it's not a bad place... Lately has been very out of the ordinary." What with bodies, people disappearing, and crazed slashers at the college.

"My wife Darlene always believed no matter how odd, an Ashdowner is family."

"Always unique, if that's what your asking." Borr's voice did drop a bit, "People see things.. And we've got a local witch." He smiled a bit. Sunny was a bit more than a local witch but the story served well enough.

"As long as my wife was alive. She was born and raised here." His brows rose in interest, "Something strange happen to you?"

"Work related? Or personal?" The older man was interested, leaning in slightly since he was talking low. He'd told Shun when he first met him that people in the bar had a tendency to talk. Aleksy just needed the right mood and the right vodka and Jeremiah had his cat that pretty much spoke for itself.

There was still a barstool with strange bits of wilted vine that were just beginning to fall off of where they'd spontaneously grown.

"I won't press if you don't want to talk about it.." Borr did want to press though. He was very curious and rarely did anyone talk about the magic around them. He wasn't totally clueless, he knew more than he usually said, but Borr remained blissfully normal himself.

"Have you met Sunny?"