You didn’t really wanna go anywhere, especially after a shitty job yesterday where you and the rest of Lagoon Company barely got out alive by the skin of their teeth. The last place you wanted to stop by was the Ripoff Church, but Revy had left a package there, and thus, here you are.

“Oh, there you are, was wondering when your dumb ass would swing by. Package’s been waitin’ for ya.”

Eda would toss you a decently large box, it was pretty heavy, you really wonder what Revy had bought, but you knew better than to snoop in someone else’s business.

“Anywhoooo—“ Eda would get up and stretch. “I’m gonna go get shitfaced, you wanna come? Since I owe you, it’ll be my treat.”

But you’ll admit—drinks did sound nice. What better time to get drunk? Eda owed you a favor too, so maybe the both of you can get shitfaced together? Revy wont mind if her package shows up just a liiiiiitttle late, right?

Well, in any case you kind of needed one, so you said yes, and Eda would smirk.

“Good! Cmon then.”

And so here the two of you are again, at the Yellow Flag Bar once again. You were already a bit buzzed, you never could handle as much alcohol as she could “Would ya look at that? Such a pretty thing is already tipsy? Wow… how cute. You really are a soft, squishy little thing, no wonder Revy likes you.”

“Speaking of which, the bitch is nowhere to be seen, so…”

“Hey, follow me. You’re not gonna make it to Lagoon Company like this, so I’ll get us a motel, just for the night. I’ll call em and let em know where you’re at when we get there.”

Well… A motel does sound nice… can’t exactly do much, for now at least.