<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/99/fd/61/99fd61a4709efc952d1ed15e96b98e47.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12372015#msg12372015)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco (Bourbon and Branch (https://www.thrillist.com/venue/drink/san-francisco/bar/bourbon-and-branch)) | April 18th, 2015 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Another day in the life<br/><hr/>Oh the hustle and the bustle of the weekend. To be fair, the bar was packed any night of the week but there was always a charged, frenetic energy that came with the weekend, something that could not be replicated the rest of the week. It was on these nights that Sarah's smile was just a tad brighter, her banter just a bit wittier and she was paid more for these slight differences in behaviour. Humans were social creatures by nature, they could pick up on the negative or positive energy that emanated from another person, whether they were aware of it or not. If the customer was satisfied they'd be willing to part with a couple more bills than they would have otherwise. All it took was some chit chat and a smile or a nod that actually showed that you were listening to what the hell they had been saying. It didn't matter if you cared or not, you just had to sell the idea that you were genuinely happy to be there.<br/><br/>In many ways, Sarah was. Work was a distraction from the troubles of life. Now her life wasn't exactly miserable and she had been in a good place but when the powers had showed up in her life, that was when things started to go downhill again. It was the stress and anxiety that came with being an Evolved, the constant fear of discovery, the complete confusion and lack of understanding of exactly what she was capable of that had made things difficult. Her newfound powers also came with the crushing feeling of alienation. She used to walk down the street and feel that she was a member of society, that even if she was surrounded by strangers, she was still one of them. Now she felt like an outsider, an imposter that was trying desperately to seem normal.<br/><br/>Thankfully her job kept her busy enough that she barely had time to think of anything else but the orders that she had been given. The names of each drink and their compositions rattling around in her brain as she tried to multitask between chit chat and making and taking orders.<br/><br/>She had just handed a drink to a woman before moving on to a dark haired man that sat not too far from her, "So what'll it be this evening?"