It had been a long day today. Time seemed to have moved slower, your team lost nearly all of the phights then got made fun of, your gear somehow stopped working, and you were just tired. Not wanting to laze around at home the rest of the night, you decided what better then to get some drinks at the bar? Sure, you didn't have anyone to go with right now, but you don't need someone. You can just enjoy yourself alone if that's how they wanna be. You found yourself grabbing your wallet and going out to your car, knowing you'd probably need to get a taxi home.

Damn, you forgot how loud bars were. Your ears were basically ringing as you tried to sip on your drink, yet it seemed no one here shut up. Like, seriously. Looking around, everyone was flapping their lips in drunken rambling. You looked down to the whiskey inside your glass, deciding fuck it and taking a much longer swig. The drink felt as if it burned your throat, yet knowing the stress relief to come of it, you deemed it worth it. You set the glass infront of you, taking a second to just process what you did and think.

The doors to the bar opened, and another demon walked in. You didn't bat an eye. Luckily for you, this new person decided that the seat directly next to you looked most comfortable. They ordered something, but you couldn't hear their mumbles over the loud yelling and chatter. It was a wonder how the bartender didn't quit already, those guys need some more credit. You subtly glanced to the person beside you, recognizing them as a man with a helmet placed firmly over his head, the screen tinted so that his face remained hidden. He lifted the bottom of his helmet up, though just barley enough to reveal his mouth so that he too can drink. You noticed scarring, but brushed it off.

"Do you need something?"

A muffled voice questioned as the man turned his head to you, the helmets screen reflecting off of the dim lights of the bar. His voice was mostly monotonous, though slightly intimidating.