While Idiot placed her glass back down on the countertop, the bartender that called himself Avery stared at her as if she was insane. I don't blame him for this reaction considering the fact that she is most definitely crazy, but I still am a bit worried about what this will mean for the rest of us.
While the cloud of what appeared to be stardust dissipated, I heard a soft twinkling emerge from it before one of the patrons stood up and approached us.
The person walking towards us appears rather old. If I had to guess, I would say that she's within her mid-sixties or early seventies. Her hair is short and grey. I can see her white scalp between the faded strands of hair on her head. The fact that she's at a bar and drinking like this is a pretty bad sign. Elderly people rarely go to bars.
