Bastien
And just like that, Bastien had something closer to a life here. Unable to keep the smile off of his face he served drinks with more flair, using it as a chance to learn names and faces of the people nearby. Now that he had a role, something to do in this world, he suddenly felt so much more a part of it.
As people were beginning to leave later at night he stood at the end of the bar and stroked the cat, his chin in his hand as he whispered to it. "Ah, Signor Chunk. What strange lives we lead, hm? I miss so much but I am here and I am alive. Perhaps it is enough." Chunk didn't seem to respond to his musings, but Bastien appreciated the ear.
Before he left he cleaned the bar and said goodnight to Vervain, thinking it was good her husband was not present because he was so grateful he could kiss her right then and there. He resisted the urge and simply came in early the next day to start again, excited to have a anchor in his floating identity here.
