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Piper gently took the glass in both of his hands and took a sip.
"Huh, wine tastes like grape juice!" Piper said after tasting it. "So... adults just call it wine to be fancy?"

Piper didn't even think nothing about it.

"Oh! I should pay you!" Piper said, setting the glass down and reaching into his bag. He put a button, a paperclip, some lint and a leaf on the counter. "Keep the change!" He grinned, took the glass and sat down on the stool instead standing on it.

He chuckled and shook his head. He didn't mind as the non-alcoholic drinks were free.

Shalquoir once again strutted into the bar, looking around.
"Mon dieu, seems just as bizarre as last time."

He groaned quietly and ran his right hand through his hair clearly aggravated.

"Welcome back...." He saw Shalquoir and grew instantly apprehensive

Linda spotted Shalquoir, his flamboyant presence cutting through the dim light of the bar like a shooting star. She felt an instant warmth in her chest, a familiar tug of affection for the enigmatic feline. With a soft smile playing on her lips, she approached him, her golden hair catching the light. "Hello," she said, her voice a melody amidst the chatter, "you always know how to make an entrance. I must admit, this place does have its quirks, but it feels like home with you here."

She leaned slightly, her blue eyes sparkling with genuine interest. Linda was always drawn to the oddities of life, and Shalquoir was no exception. The bar might have been a circus of the strange, but it was the warmth of connection that made it all worthwhile.

She suddenly turned her head and gave Mathius a wink, indicating she was aiming to distract the cat.

Shalquoir looked up towards Linda.
"Thank you, ma'am." She said. "I suppose plenty of people enjoy the sight of a cat. Unless they are a dog person, of course."

Linda looked down at Shalquoir, her smile warm and inviting. "You know," she said, her voice smooth like honey, "I’m definitely a cat person. There’s just something about their quirky charm that draws me in. It's nice to meet you, I'm Linda." She paused, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I get why some people lean toward dogs—they’re loyal and fun—but a cat? They have a whole world of mystery. Don’t you agree? There’s magic in that independence." Linda felt a spark of connection, a shared understanding in their conversation that made her heart feel light.

Shalquoir rolled her eyes at the chatiness of this strange, human woman. She much preferred the company of undead, who tend to be much more silent.
"You may call me Shalquoir. Enchanté." She said. "Now, I'm sure you have better things to do than have a chat with a cat. You're human, after all. Onlookers might call you crazy."

Linda smiled gently, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Crazy?" she thought, glancing around at the bar that echoed with the whispers of the past. It was a curious world where someone could find herself chatting with a cat—a cat that, by all appearances, was far more than she seemed.

With a soft laugh, she leaned in slightly, the light catching the strands of her hair. "Perhaps," she replied, her voice smooth and inviting. "But I have done crazier things." Catching the hint the cat desires no further interaction, she must respect that, "Before I take my leave, may I buy you a drink?"

He clenched his jaw and grumbled "rude, disrespectful flea bitten.......". He then shifted his weight in his chair and popped his knuckles, the sound making a loud click due to the size of Drael's hands.

*walks in through the door*
“one of these days, I oughta jump through that window right next to the door…”

Linda giggled, "And then get billed by the owner? I wouldn't do that." She smiled at Hammond.

“It’d be fun, though. Honestly I’m still pretty surprised that they let non-anthropomorphic animals in here…”

"If there's anything I've learned in war, is that business is business. And cousin, business is booming."

“Who? Me?”

Jooters flips into the bar.

"WEEEEEEEE!!"

"I hear you finally found out where Drael, Claude, Oniyan, Fumizuki, Wish, Charlotte and I live" He smiled at Joot

*takes note of the flip* “that’s JUST the sort of thing I’d like to do”

"It's more like a vacation home to me and '87," Claude stated. Her home was something that she didn't want to show her father yet.