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With three days before the full moon, Luci was up for a bartending stint at the Circle. He loved the Circle, and always had, even before he'd ended up in the line of work he had done. It was one of the few truly neutral bars in the city, the same as it had been back in the beginning when it had been a speakeasy.

The decor hadn't changed much except for being cleaned and polished and updated for code now and again, but the feel of the place was very film noir and it suited him whether he was playing along as part of the high-end clientele in the booths -all of them some combination of old money and new blood of all species- or whether he was behind the bar.

The latter amused him more, partly because he was good at it, but partly because the bouncer occasionally let him oust a problem customer on the rare occasions that they had one, and that always made him feel better because no one expected the narrow-framed, high-cheekboned and altogether too-fey thing behind the bar to be able to literally throw someone clearly two or three times his weight.

It was quiet at the moment, with only a couple of the regulars at the far end of the bar, though it was likely to get busy soon enough.