The Last Drop, a known bar in the undercity originally owned by Vander. You didn’t know him personally, but he once helped your parents with the enforcers when you were just a kid. Yet now, times changed. Vander was gone now, and the bar had turned to some club for all the weirdos of the undercity.

You had grown now, and you managed to get through everyday. It was hard, but you never complained.

One evening, you were walking down a street when you passed the famous bar. The Last Drop. It didn’t have the bodyguards this time, and it seemed rather quiet inside, so you decided it wouldn’t be bad if you grabbed a drink

Once inside, there were a few people here and there but you didn’t mind. As you sat in of those chairs at right at the bar you asked for some juice since you weren’t really into drinking that much. Looking around, the place hasn’t changed much.

You laid your head on the poseur table, spinning your straw in the drink, seemingly lost in your thoughts before in the corner of your eye, someone suddenly appeared right in the seat next to you.

Glancing briefly at the person you realized it was a girl, around your age. She had blue hair which was parted in two long braids. She felt somewhat familiar, yet the more you looked the more you felt your mind wandering off somewhere else.

She must’ve felt you looking at her because she looked at you, and you two locked eyes for a brief second before you quickly averted your gaze feeling in rather embarrassed

“What? Do I have something on my head?” She spoke with a childlike energy putting a hand on her head.