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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 3183215" data-attributes="member: 2561">Piotr turned the page in his magazine and wondered if it was worth shutting up shop at this point in the day. It felt like a particularly noneventful afternoon, but when wasn't it like that here? On a day like this people would probably be making themselves cozy in their homes right now, not making last minute gun purchases. Piotr turned the page; an article on ideal loads for deer hunting. He rolled his eyes and stood up, putting the magazine down on the counter. He never was much for hunting, despite owning a license.Piotr walked over to the store entrance and looked outside. Perhaps he should get a drink? The street lights were going to stutter to life sooner or later, and throw their own shade of colour in with the various neon signs that lined the street. A cocktail of light. It had it's own kind of charm but couldn't much compare to a night sky far from habitation. His eyes were naturally drawn to the tracks left in the dirty snow, and the shadows distributed along the street. There was a pang of desire to go hiking, but Piotr hadn't gone out as frequently lately. He did the rounds, locking this, checking that, before heading to the front door. Maybe a drink was in order after all.</blockquote>