Wrapping Up

[Toaster]

"Wow, this place sure has a fun atmosphere," Beige remarked with a laugh as he walked past the two towards the bar. The mercenary was in a particularly quippy mood, Olivia observed. But she trusted him not to take it too far and get them all turned on by the small crowd of rebels that inhabited the establishment.

"It certainly feels a bit...," Olivia spent a second searching for the correct term to describe Ames' current condition, "homelier."

She followed Beige to the counter, hailing the bartender with an outstretched hand. She nudged the mercenary with an elbow and gave him another warning glare. The man simply grinned at her and shrugged before turning away to inspect the rather modestly packed shelf of liquor behind the approaching barman.

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Olivia Sable