<strong>EJ - BAR - Soaking in the atmosphere</strong><br/><br/>EJ stood behind the bar, taking in all the conversations, wiping down the bar, making sure the bar stayed clean.  Every once in a while, as glasses were returned, he would wash them, rinse them, make sure they were clean and return them to their proper resting place.  Miss Van Stratten ordered another glass of wine.  He grabbed a clean glass from behind the bar, spun it as he twirled the stem between his fingers a few times then placed the glass on the bar.  He re-opened the bottle and repeated his previous pour, slowly raising the bottle as the wine gently played inside the glass.  Quietly, he retrieved the empty glass and slid the new one in front of Lilith.  As she was occupied, she might not notice until she had a break in her conversation.<br/><br/>She sure was different.  All he could do was daydream about what secrets she may have behind closed doors.  He did that a lot.  It kept him busy as he passed the time behind the bar.  He was sure her gentlemen company would find out soon enough, or maybe Victor.  A chill went up EJ's back as he faintly heard Marie's song as she bounded up the stairs.  Death was not something he chose to think about.  What would happen, he thought, if Dahl's Oompa-Loompas were real?  And the agents of death were really small?  Was Death Himself a small person?  He chuckled under his breath as his mind followed his own crazy train of thought.  Marie made it sound so cheerful.