She smiled, motioning for the seat opposite of her, "Sure," her voice was luscious, and she wearing a dress littered with different hues of black and white. She set her elbows on the table, putting both gloved hands together, "What brings you here?"

"Hm? Well then let me fetch you some!" Mercy eagerly got up and headed towards the counter, stopping once for a moment and turning around, taking another look at Ellys. Since her hands were off the sight now, Mercy just shrugged and continued, blaming her imagination.

"You guys got any milk here?" The girl stopped next to Jett and the bartender, and leaned slightly forward on the counter, repeatedly tapping the floor with the front part of her boot. "I'll take two...no, four glasses." She smiled and raised four fingers of her right hand accordingly.

Leo was slightly surprised at how easy that was, but he took the seat anyways. "Well, me and my friends here are planning saving the world, so we're making a quick pit stop for cake. May I ask why such a lovely woman is doing here all by herself?"

Mano heads up to grab some cake, not paying any particular attention to which one he grabs.

Jim gave in and gave Mercy a few glasses of milk with a sigh after talking to Jett alone, "You done now?"

Jett nodded, finishing his piece of cake, "Pretty satisfied, actually."

"Good, I can finally-"

"Just one question there, bartender," Nikolai Jr. interjected.

A long, heavy exhale escaped the poor bartender's mouth. He then turned to the half-Fraysan. "There's somebody in The City I need to find."


"Saving the world?" She chuckled, "Well, that's a tall order, I'd want some cake too." She smiled, stroking his arm.

"You know, you're actually pretty cute," She said with a small smirk, "Too bad I have somewhere to be."

The man in front of the instruments walked off, and the woman stood, "It was nice meeting you--my name's Robyn, by the way," She walked off, stepping up to the microphone as the band started up again."

Leo watched her walk away, slightly dumbfounded. Well, if he was gonna get rejected, at least he got rejected with style. He winked at her when she told him her name. "Leo," he said to himself as he watched her sing. She had an amazing voice, and he was pretty sure he just fell in love. But he shook his head and went to get some cake. Once he had his piece, he sat down near the drunk and put his feet up on the table.

"Oh, hey." While waiting for the bartender to pour the milk, Mercy noticed a cup with a couple of straws inside. Obviously, she took some of them out, and started to play with them. Then the bartender came back.

"Thaaaaank you..." From both sides of her forearm, two flat square plates emerged, on which Mercy put the glasses. She quickly turned around, potentially endangering the stability of her 'cargo', and wandered off, putting the straws inside. Passing next to Mano's table, she left one of the glasses in front of him, without stopping or saying anything, while she took the rest back to 'Elyss'' table. "There you go." Mercy gave one glass to Edward, placed the other next to Ellys, and began to slurp the last one through a red straw, sitting in the exact same spot and position as previously, watching the band play.

"Thank you Miss Mercy." The small boy pushed up a chair for him to sit in and took out his container. Seeing that there were still reminents grom his most recent meal in it, he pulled out a flask where he poured in some water and mixed it with his grinder to clean the machine. He drank the leftovers then began spooning in the cake, patting it down to fit. Once done, he began pouring in the milk. He stopped halfway through, closing the container and churning it before pouring in the rest of the milk.

Finished with the mixing, he flipped up the nozzle and took a sip of his rudimentary milkshake. As he had his head down this entire procedure, the only sign that showed his happiness was a kick of his legs and a small hum before he continued. After a few more sips he drummed up the courage to speak. "Miss Mercy, I need... a... a favor." And before his weak nerves could shut him up, he took another drink of his milkshake to bolster his courage and continued. "I need a drone so that Orwell can come with me into spaces the Obelisk can't fit in." He took a deep breath from his rushed jumble of words then finished with a soft, "Please?"

The promise of free drinks motivated Edon to journey with the group...

...But he didn't want to walk with them or anything, then he would be at risk of interacting with them. The old man took a shortcut through the alleyways; he was extremely familiar with the city. He made it to the bar before the group did, and waited until the short one arrived to start drinking.

Edon didn't want any part of that cake shit. He wanted booze.

The old man ordered drink after drink, only pausing to fill up his canteen or belch.

Then some little shit put his feet up on the table. Edon's table. The old man glowered at Leo, "Wrong table, kid."

Leo ate his cake, ignoring the old drunk, keeping his feet on the table.

The old drunk leaned forward, exposing Leo to his... interesting odor, "Are you deaf... or stupid?"

Leo crinkled his nose. He looked over at the man. "I know we're in a post apocalyptic world, but showers are a thing that exist."

Leo scoffed. "At least I can get close enough to talk to a woman, you rancid old bastard." Leo ate another bit of his cake. Adjusting his feet on the table. "Listen, you may think I'm stupid, but at least I haven't pissed myself from being so drunk."

"Neither have I, but I'm sure you'll piss yourself when you're lost in The City." Edon tossed his bottle aside, then opened a new one. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings when I called you stupid; I thought you knew."