Keenan yawned. The short woman was sitting on a barstool in front of the bar, and she was swinging her legs absently. She was watching the two lookalike bartenders wordlessly going about their own business, on a routine of cleaning and reorganizing that was really both fascinating and disturbing. They didn't speak a word to each other, not even so much as a glance, and yet they went about in such a tidy and neat harmony, you'd think that they were performing some kind of dance.
Seth was the slightly older of the two twins, but only by seven minutes. He and his brother Zahkrii both boredly went about their duties as bartenders, because that's what the ominous landlord Handie decided to have them do. So they did.
Seth was the slightly older of the two twins, but only by seven minutes. He and his brother Zahkrii both boredly went about their duties as bartenders, because that's what the ominous landlord Handie decided to have them do. So they did.