Sleeping against the bar, you heard the bustle and chatter of the Slayers Take behind you. It was always extremely loud, but you found a way to sleep through it. It was a comforting environment for you.

A chill brushed past you, making you lift your head. You saw some members enter after a hunt, hauling a dead beast over their shoulder. They slammed it on a table, and someone sat beside you.

Kashaw. He smirked and put his coat over your shoulders, using you as a coat hanger. "Sup babe. Look at what we caught." He said cockily, waving towards the body.

"Oh- were you sleeping? Sorry. But uh.. the bar is uncomfortable anyways, and this is waay cooler than whatever dream your havin'." He rested an arm on the bar behind him, pushing your hair out of your face.