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Anastasia roamed the streets, it was dark outside at the time, 7:41 in the evening. She walked, for a long time it seemed. Her eyes held no interest in the time or the passing cars that drove past her at the speed of light, due to her small, and quiet, slow walking. She was very uninterested in the cars or the things around her. She slid her right pale hand across a building wall, eyes staring ahead as cars whipped past. A light came through her dark black and red gaze, as she tilted her head. A tavern, lights on despite the evening time. She didn't seem interested, yet monotonously walked over to the tavern lights. The door was closed, yet unlocked. She halted in front of the door and turned, gazing up at the large door. Despite being only 5 feet in height and a girl, nobody outside seemed to want to approach or talk to her due to her unnerving, blank gaze. She knocked on the door, silent for a second, then silence for a while. Her black eyes closed for a moment, then opened.

She sighed softly, a dull sigh as she stared back up. She raised her right hand to the doorknob handle and turned it, the door unlocked. She pushed forward, hand flat on the doorknob as the door slowly opened with a creak. She tilted her then straightened it as she lifted up her left foot where the step was to go inside. She walked inside, about-facing then closed the door behind her. She slid her right hand to her side, blank eyes stared at the door. She about-faced again, turning back around to face the tavern. It was a calming place despite it being the night when drunkards came out to play and gamble, drink, and party. Yet, no drunkards were in the bar, nobody truly was here that she saw, or that she truly lacked the obliviousness and the awareness of someone who truly cared about the space.

She stared at the bar, it was nice, wooden bar with left-over drinks on top of the counter. Bottles of alcohol and other sodas and drinks lined the back wall behind the counter. Stools were all around the counter. Many tables and couches were around. She stood there, straight as she side-eyed around without moving her head, only her eyes. She left faced, turning to the left as she walked to a bookshelf. She stared up at it on her tippy-toes, staring at fiction and fantasy books on the shelves alongside mystery and romance novels. Kids books were on the bottom shelf. She tilted her head, staring at the many cover names of the books on the shelves. She straightened her head, hands fell to her side as she seemed uninterested, yet something in her wanted to read a book for once in her life. Due to everything in her life, she didn't truly know what reading a book was. In the past, she always needed permission, so she had to ask someone, yet nobody was truly inside the bar at the time, so it didn't worry or matter to her that much. She sighed, unfeeling as she about-faced, hands at her side as she turned and walked over to the counter then sat down on a stool, hands flat on her lap, eyes forward as she sat there. She raised her hands on the counter and picked up a magazine then opened it, silently reading to herself.

He poked his head out of the kitchen "welcome to Trixie's"

* max could be heard from down the road as his van roars towards the bar and he then drifted the van to perfectly stop in a parking spot infront of the bar he took his device to smoke with him and got out and walked in the front *

Max: well this place has not changed a bit well besides the people hey yo mathius your favorite worker has returned.
! *he said as he looked out at the kitchen hoping to hear a response he would then focuse his attention to the pale lady that seemed vary noticeable in the bar of mischiefs and such so he decided to go great Anastasia*

max: howdy miss I don’t mean to pry or nothing but what brings you to this bar if you don’t mind me asking

He stood and folded his arms looking at Max.

Ronal looks at Max, then turns to Mathius and asks, "Didn't that guy used to work here?"

* max had noticed the clear * max: uh hey Mathius how’s the family * he said in a slight nervous voice when he didn’t know how to react to the glare *

Mrrow meow mrrow mrrp

“What is going on in this bar…”

"I have no idea. Does anyone have a speak to animals potion?"

Gear Master then shrugged and shook her head. "Nope, lol! I got a slateskin potion though!"

"Sounds painful. I'll pass."

"I'm a widow now. I don't think I was ever supposed to have romance, but that's irrelevant. Do you want your job back?"

"My condolences, Mathius." Ronal was hearing this for the first time, as she did not visit the bar frequently.

Max: oooh that’s um god man I’m sorry about that um geese I kinda wasent expecting that sudden of like a shift but um ya sure I wouldent mind it back if your willing to

"Sure. Welcome back to the team"

Jooters crosses his arms and pouts as he walks in with a taller man in tow.
"Enough sneaking out of the house, Jooters." He says. "Your mother and I have been worried sick about you every day when you suddenly just vanish and come to some bar in the middle of nowhere. Look at how many adults there are around here! You could be hurt!"
Jooters groans in frustration.
"Daaaad!" He said. "I come here all the time! I'm fine!"

"Nobody would hurt Jooters here" he said shooting a glance at who he assumed was Jooter's father.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Joot's father sighed. "Well, even if that's true, you can't blame me for worrying."

Fumizuki waves shyly, while hiding behind Drael.