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[color=9966CC][b]Location;[/b][/color] Maganti Residence-->Washington Square
[color=9966CC][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] No one at the moment[/center][hr]
Dante stretched and yawn lazily behind the booth as people passed by, some glanced at his wares while others did not pay him the slightest thought. Today was the [i]glorious[/i] Founder's Day, a day meant for celebration, a day that was as famous as most holidays in this town. It was one of the rare times everyone sets aside their differences and comes together to celebrate the found fathers of the town, and its creation in general. He woke up this morning feeling alright, which was his usual, not good or bad just bland. Mornings was the only time of day the Dante could escape the pains of the past and seemingly brush his feelings under the rug, but as he brushed his teeth showered and got [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/9e/24/129e246bf837c8acc7ee8263f168fe8c.jpg]dressed[/url] it seemed that each part of the daily routine brought back flashes how things used to be. He got a call from his work yesterday saying he needed to be in early today so that he get a good spot to set the booth up and have to struggle as much as they did last year. 

Getting the job at the gardens was a dream, he gets to work with plants all day and to is totally worth having to do these kinds of events. Dante is the new guy and has been for the past few years so he was in charge of dealing with he different festivals and group activities around the town were the botanical gardens could improve its image. The gardens don't just host flowers, it also doubles as a herb and flower shop. The place cells everything form Aloe Vera to Valerian Root (or they at least try too), and are one of the best places around the city to get some organic herbs, spices too, pregnant women love to come and get their milk thistle fresh from the gardens and at events like founders day when Dante sells everything discounted the ladies will be swarming in soon.

Today there are many different kinds of "people" in the crowds, he could feel the werewolves, vampires, and other witches out their in the crowd and only hoped that the night ended well. He honestly had no issues with the other races, well maybe the witches, but he was trying to put that behind him and move on to green pastures. He comes to these events with a "don't start none, won't be none" kind of attitude, Dante can only hope that a drunk wolf or hunter doesn't get up in someone else's face and then we have a disaster on our hands. But something did trouble him, a nagging feeling that caused him to shiver, it made him feel uncomfortable and Dante's attention was caught by chuckle coming form right in front of him, then he noticed the slight pain in his lips and cussed under his breath. Most of the women who came to see him had caught him biting his lip and thought it meant something else but its way of thinking. 

[color=9966CC]"Sorry, what can I do for you today?"[/color] he said with a brush of his hair and a smile. Dante then tried to distract himself from this feeling if dread by dealing with the woman in front of him, she was obliviously her for him not really interested in jars of spices or pouches of roots. She was human so maybe she knew about the "things" he sold on the side or maybe she was just here to talk to him, only time would tell. But he had a feeling tonight was going to be bad and it caused him to break face for a moment and sigh, Dante could only hope that his madam set her booth up tonight or at least attended this year.