"Noon it is," he confirmed with a nod, watching her go up the front steps of the building and through the swinging doors.<br/><br/><br/>Jango made his way home, crossing back to the other side of town near the docks. He lived in a house boat. It was cozy, some would say cramped but a lot of younger tribe members lived in these parts as it was close to the fishing boats where a lot of them worked. Jango often spent the weekends on the water with his friends, working the fishing lanes when he wasn't working at the resort.<br/><br/>He stepped from the small dock that acted as his front walkway, onto his houseboat. A door down, a figure was leaning on the little balcony around another, almost identical boat. "Home late, I see," said a female voice from behind a steaming mug of tea. She was wrapped in a shawl with hair dyed blue, the color of a mako shark. "My little cousin gettin' some?"<br/><br/>He grinned as he unlocked his front door. "I don't kiss and tell," he replied, making a face at her before ducking inside. Kida scoffed as the sliding glass door opened and her girlfriend Mira emerged to drag her back inside for the night.<br/><br/><br/>The next day, Jango finished his morning errands and went to work. After fixing a pool filter and putting in some time re-tiling the kitchen of one of the luxury suites, he clocked out for lunch and headed across town to Flanigan's. Noon was the busiest time and Frankie was yelling at her wait staff who were dawdling as usual. But you didn't go to Flanigan's for the service... Come to think of it, though, there wasn't really anything about Flanigan's that was really a draw for business. The proprietor was grouchy and often insulted the customers, the wait staff was slow and clumsy, the food was barely edible and the place could probably use a deep clean. And yet, if any tourist asked a local where the best place was to eat in town, Flanigan's was the first name on anyone's lips. Some of the kids liked to say that Frankie was some kind of sea witch who cast spells on people to make them like her food. She had never denied the idea.<br/><br/>"Two specials!" Jango called to Frankie, poking his head into the kitchen. She responded by throwing a spatula at his head, which he ducked with a grin and went to find a table.