The waitress from before was cleaning the tables when an old man came out of the kitchen door and tapped twice on a table.
"Alright folks, we're closing. Hurry up."
Sounding discontent with the late-night customers who were stuck to their chairs, the pot-bellied old man with a thick grey moustache and bald head yelled. The intoxicated men and women heard him and realised that the outside was all dark.
Murmuring melancholic with a hyped act of gloominess, the drunkards left the building swiftly.
It was a wonder how their swaying legs kept their torso upright!
Adam also heard the old man's warning and was about to stand up. "Those words weren't meant for us," Edgar spoke as he emptied the wooden cup.
The young man immediately expanded his senses and found that the building is now totally vacant. This realisation pulled his consciousness immersed in liquor to come back on track. The vigilance of the beast inside shook away the effects.
"No need to get wary."
