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Sara comes in from running around the lake, rubbing her hands. "Don't tell me I have to find my winter gloves this soon," she mumbles, getting a hot mug of coffee from the bar.

Fireplaces are cozy areas.

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"Either. Both. I'm from Las Vegas, Nevada. 2005." She shrugs.

I let out a whistle and shake my head with a laugh.

"Whooboy, you're pretty far ahead of me. Originally from Cincinnati, came here from Chicabo, 1936."

She chuckles. "Man. I can't even imagine what that must be like and relatively speaking, you aren't from that far back. One of my friends here is from Ancient Greece."

I stare.

"No kidding?"

That? Sounded interesting. The reporter in me sat up and took notice and wondered if famous historical figures might be hanging around this place. What a story THAT would be.

She nods. "A lady by the name of Helen. You might have heard of her as Helen of Troy." An amused look. "Of course, if you report that you've met anyone like that here, people will think you're crazy."

Now I am blinking.

"Helen of Troy?"

The wild just keeps getting wilder.

She nods. "As well as others. Many different gods, angels, demons, vampires, and such are also here. For the most part, they'll be nice." She's laying a lot at his feet, but better now than to be nastily surprised later on.

Now I am staring.

"Vampires?"

I rubbed anxiously at my neck and hoped she was kidding.

"They won't attack. It's against the no violence The bar can provide them with the blood they need." A sympathetic look.

"This place defies all notions of conventionality."

I stare at her for another moment, a smirk curling on my lips even as I try and shove it away.

"I'll make sure not to trouble them."

I would have to find a restroom soon, though. Because I was going to bust out in giggles and it wouldn't do for people to think me a nutcase in a new place like this.

"And I'm sure they're all very civil."

I am after all.

She snorts. "Don't count on that. I think Lucifer was up here getting a drink the other day."

"Lucifer's a vampire?"

That'd be news to me. And I thought Dracula was bad press..

"No--never mind."

I lean forward a little, curious.

"No, really. I can take it, right on the chin too. Explain?"

I was asking nicely.

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