Lara had to double take as she started her late shift at the Nine Bells pub. Sitting in the furthest booth from the door, tucked into a little corner nook was a older man she never would have noticed had he not been pointed out by the bartender Oliver. She wasn't one hundred percent certain but she thought it was the journalist that had been making the news for his recent book Interview with a Vampire.
If he had published this interview a year ago, Lara would have called him a nut and dismissed him entirely. The supernatural and their myths and legends were ridiculous things created to frighten small children. However, that Lara died on Yamatai when she was forced to fight an undying queen with the power to control storms and her seemingly unending army of storm guard. The less said about her worshipper Father Mathias the better. She was still dealing with the fallout of Survivor's guilt and PTSD of the whole ordeal.
After their rescue, she had been naïvely honest when the paper had interviewed her about what had transpired, but all that ended up happening was her story trading hands and ending up in the front page of the Enquirer. "Another Crazy Croft" was headlined in bold letters, an article about her following her father and his obsession with chasing myths. All that to say, she was more hesitant to dismiss his interview as fake, after what she had been through.
Thanks to the articles finding a job in archeology proved impossible, as people viewed her as one of those pseudo-history, ancient alien wack-jobs. She managed to snag her old job back at the bar as a waitress and now occasional bouncer, seeing as she was more than capable of dealing with a bar brawl. It wasn't what she wanted to be doing, but beggars couldn't be choosers and she had a loft with rent that was almost due.
Tying her black apron around her waist, protecting her blue polo shirt and black jeans from potential food and drink spills, she put on her best smile and walked over.
"Sorry about the wait, I didn't see you all the way back here. Can I get you anything?"
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A chance meeting
If he had published this interview a year ago, Lara would have called him a nut and dismissed him entirely. The supernatural and their myths and legends were ridiculous things created to frighten small children. However, that Lara died on Yamatai when she was forced to fight an undying queen with the power to control storms and her seemingly unending army of storm guard. The less said about her worshipper Father Mathias the better. She was still dealing with the fallout of Survivor's guilt and PTSD of the whole ordeal.
After their rescue, she had been naïvely honest when the paper had interviewed her about what had transpired, but all that ended up happening was her story trading hands and ending up in the front page of the Enquirer. "Another Crazy Croft" was headlined in bold letters, an article about her following her father and his obsession with chasing myths. All that to say, she was more hesitant to dismiss his interview as fake, after what she had been through.
Thanks to the articles finding a job in archeology proved impossible, as people viewed her as one of those pseudo-history, ancient alien wack-jobs. She managed to snag her old job back at the bar as a waitress and now occasional bouncer, seeing as she was more than capable of dealing with a bar brawl. It wasn't what she wanted to be doing, but beggars couldn't be choosers and she had a loft with rent that was almost due.
Tying her black apron around her waist, protecting her blue polo shirt and black jeans from potential food and drink spills, she put on her best smile and walked over.
"Sorry about the wait, I didn't see you all the way back here. Can I get you anything?"