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Originally Posted by
Harold Lagerty 
After a few minutes Hops decided that one of his chicken pot pies would hit the spot with a firewhiskey to wash it down. He was about to go in the back and get it when he heard the door open and saw a familiar person plop down across from him.
"Well if it isn't Mr. Vinteren? How're you doing this evening?" It was a bit late but perhaps he had been up at the school for some reason or another.
Erik was also thinking of ordering something off the menu. His blue eyes roamed around the bar to see how empty it was...a good thing...before he focused again on the bartender and owner.
"Doing vell, vhanks," he returned Hops' greeting with a nod.
"How about yourself?" Maybe the bartender would join him for a bite.