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Author's Note: so, like I said before...I'm just making the ball in the first few chapters before pushing it down the hill and it starts rolling. We have to start somewhere. So...It's no one's intention to come up with a character and it happens to look like someone...it's bound to happen...if you don't like the way I visualized them...feel free to come up with something else, i'd like to know :)....really. So for last chapter's Austin...I was seeing a young Ben Lyons and for this chapter, Logan...I was thinking a young Justin Melvey...but that's just me :D I'm also working each chapter to tie in with the next chapter's featured character...hopefully that's working?. enjoi

W o r k

It wasn't so bad, balancing three jobs and living with your aunt and uncle. The perks were cash in your pocket, you didn't have to clean or cook when you got home and you had your own room. Not quite 'living the life' but he was comfortable with his place.

"Logan, table five"

"Sure" His boss wasn't strict, one of the reasons he actually enjoyed this job, and she didn't really care if he was late, as long as he showed. The usual group was at table five and he had to wonder why he bothered to take their orders in the first place, they all said 'the usual' anyway, and then they went back to talking about the hottest things. Kind of annoying actually. "What can I get you guys?" The four followers at the table said what he knew they would, ordering the usual they all looked to their uncharacteristically quiet friend. "Let me guess, the usual" he mocked as he scribbled all five of their orders down.

"Not this time Logan, I'll have....the special"

"Wow..." He rolled his eyes and scratched out his usual order then wrote in their winter special before walking off.

His group of friends seemed damn near amazed that he had ordered something different and after watching them for a few seconds he half expected all of them to come to the counter and change their orders to match the blonds. "What are you doing later Logan?"

"Working" It was curt and quick but he didn't really want to hang out or whatever, it wasn't really his thing. He also was one to save himself from awkward moments; hanging out with the brunette to his right would have been throwing himself right into one. It's not that he didn't like her it was just she was a friend. Emphasis on friend.

"Oh...okay" She smiled and pushed over a usual and the winter special while he finished off the other three drinks.

"Wade? Who's that?" he asked, he read the coffee collar out of the corner of his eye as he put lids on all the drinks.

"The blond from table five, you've been serving at that same table for months...I thought you knew all their names."

"No" Why would he know their names. He picked up the five drinks and walked them over to the table. Four white cups and one snowflake printed pale silver one then walked back behind the counter to help more customers. With a quick glance at the clock he went to make a peppermint tea, 5:30 and he needed to be at the museum at 6. Yeah, the museum, he didn't even know the town had one till about four years ago.

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Recon City's Museum of Mythic History. The only reason he worked here is because when he was in high school he was really into Minotaur and dragons so it only made sense he got a job here. Over the years he's been working he'd learned a lot about different things and even though he was starting to lose interest over the years, he continued working here because it paid well. Really well. He pushed the large brown door open and a small smile graced his lips, despite what he thought about the place it was familiar, a home away from home.

The museum wasn't huge like a Smithsonian but it wasn't small like a drive in donut shop. It was well kept with so much information; Logan hadn't even read and learned everything here in his four working years. Every once in a while he had to wonder how this place stayed in business considering there was literally no customers, ever.

"Lazarus! How are you son?" An old man wearing a suit walked in the main lobby with a cane for support.

"Hello sir, I'm well" He walked up to the man and gave him a brief hug, "How are you?" The elder man pat his back and ushered him to the front desk.

"Good, I'm too old for this son..." The man coughed and pushed the wine scarf closer to his neck, "Watch the museum...I will be back in a while"

"I can go for you sir" he offered, it was close to snowing and he didn't think he should have to go out if it could be avoided.

"No no, you do too much boy, relax" The aged owner smiled and headed out.

When Logan first started working here he could have sworn his boss was over a hundred years old, he still did. The heavy door clunking shut drew his attention along with the ringing phone, he went to answer it but a pair of leather gloves sitting by the base stopped him. He snagged the gloves and ran to the door and pulled it open, "Sir!" His elder was no where in sight. Jet black brows came together in confusion, even if the man was like eighty years younger physically, he should only be barely turning the corner. He clenched the gloves in his hands and closed the door.

Hours passed and the old man finally came back with bags full of something that looked pretty heavy, so Logan came to his side to help him. "Oh, thank you Lazarus, just set them there" he pointed to his office door.

"Sure" He took the three bags into the small cluttered room and set them on the paper flooded red wood desk.

"Good son, now mind the place please" He was quickly shooed out of the claustrophobic space. This type of thing happened a lot, the old timer would leave, come back hours later with something, locked himself in his office then the next day they'd have a brand new display.

"H-hello?..." The voice echoed through out the halls and Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets, wow, there was actually someone here. "Hello-"

"Hey, Welcome to the Museum of Mythic History, how can I help you?"

"I-I'm just, just looking around" The person standing at the desk had large brown eyes and brown hair, his skin was pale, he only looked like he was about fifteen but Logan wasn't notorious for being good at guessing people's age.

"Alright" He sat down in his chair while the boy walked off looking around.

"I'm D...b-by the way...D McKnight" He introduced as he touched a small statue of a fairy and crossed his arms and looked at the brass plate below the display.

"That's nice" Logan was barely paying attention to the guy, he was more into the book he was reading to notice the boy walk off to another display that was deeper in the museum.