Mike supressed a yawn as he walked through the door. Running the Dive kept him up into the wee hours of the morning most nights, but that was the price one paid for a career in the bar business. It was especially true when you were the owner and trying to keep costs down by doing a lot of the work yourself. So he'd only been up a short while before making his way into his favorite breakfast spot in Vegas.
He surveyed the place when he came in, deciding where to sit, and found his normal spot occupied. Giving a mental shrug he made his way over to the counter and plopped on a stool. "Mornin'"
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on 2013-10-17 04:29 pm (UTC)He surveyed the place when he came in, deciding where to sit, and found his normal spot occupied. Giving a mental shrug he made his way over to the counter and plopped on a stool. "Mornin'"