Noise and loud music filled the bar as the doors opened. A young woman with long, black hair entered the room and looked around.
Dear Mother, what a noisy place... - she mumbled.
After doors closed silnece filled the room again. The woman approached the bar.
Glass of wine, please. - she ordered - 732 AS, if you have.
She leaned against the bar, and looked around again. The room was dark, and she barely saw guests faces. She took a sip. "They don't look like the best material for friends", she thought. "Well, actually most of them looks like murderers". She noticed thier unfriendly glances. "Oh well...". She looked around again and finally noticed a friendly face. Sunny. Flora took her glass and slowly approached him.
