Port Twelve

[The.Cop]

She couldn't care less about the chaos on the surface, it wasn't her problem anymore. All of the cool stuff people wanted to sell was either of low-quality or smuggled in by criminal syndicates. Monica wondered how many of them would shine away, if she was still part of the surface department and did some inspections. At this time however, she had more important things to do, one of them being a drink paid by Hunter. The bar was nice, clean and... Quiet. All of the chaos, propaganda, voices being locked outside made her shiver in a good way. She truly loved it.

Taking a seat, Monica let out a sigh of relief. "That's it! I seriously needed to sit down and clear my head." she grumbled and slowly grabbed the list. Looking for her favorite drink took her a bit more than usual, then out of sudden she began searching from the beginning once again. She had to roll her eyes as soon as she noticed that her favorite BBE was removed from the list. "Daaaaaamn. I am done. They removed my DRINK!" She grumbled once again, threw list away and crossed her arms. "Pretty much the only drink I seriously liked and couldn't live without it. But well... Let's find another one... Hrrmm." Thinking for a second, she grabbed the list again and searched through it quickly. "Number twelve... The banana spring" She finally declared and tried to force smile on her face.