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There is a short blond teenage boy in a blue-white-and-red jacket standing at the bar, studying the nonalcoholic-side of the printed list of drink specials. He seems to be taking his time with it, not in any hurry to make a selection.

Some of that lack of hurry may be evident in the fact that he also has his right leg raised in a stretch that is as distressingly near to vertical as the human body can bend itself of its own accord. His toe (in a leopard-print sneaker) is pointing straight up at the ceiling, and his hand is behind his ankle and heel, holding his elevated leg firmly against the side of his torso.

Showing off? Maybe. But he's had several long hours of training today, and this is all part of the cooling-down period.

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It is a lovely day in a nondescript bar where anyone and everyone shows up.

Jordie is nominally bartending, just for the hell of it. He has a coloring book and fancy markers, and he is also watching some ridiculous sport with knives and a rubber disc on his pad. It is a mystery to him, but he is enjoying it! Especially the part where the players seem to adhere to a weird code of honor that literally involves throwing down gauntlets before a fight.