"We better get ready to move," the prior conversation ended, Staxius stood outside with Cake. The shop was closed, time was now three in the morning, it was nearly an all-nighter. Dressed with a white shirt and torn jeans, the duo made their way towards the hoodlum district.
"Sure is lively," Staxius voiced, people were still at it with the late-night celebrations. No reply came from Cake, she followed behind and kept a close watch. Adete rested atop his head, the hair felt more comfortable than before.
"Ay, who might ya be?" a familiar voice spoke, the man worked to keep people's drink filled. Most had flushed faces – nothing out of the ordinary.
"Hello, Timothy," he approached the bar and spoke monotonously.
"I recognize that tattoo," he referred to the symbol underneath the eye, "-you sure have changed, friend," with a smirk, he knew what to do. Accompanied by Cake behind, the bartender could not but help them towards the toilet.
