The few people in the bar are frozen in place, the silence becoming deafening, one of the small doors sagging from its hinges. The familiar soft 'thud' of Kenny's boots on the ground echoes through the small bar in Trost District, slowly walking through the small door.

"Levi, I know you're in there." Kenny's taunting voice finally cuts the silence, a grin appearing on his lips. The owner, a short elderly man, stands frozen behind the counter, his hands trembling as he looks at Kenny.

"Y-you can't barge in there like t-this!" The owner stutters out nervously, Kenny completely ignoring the comment as he takes a step into the bar, his eyes roaming around the bar, his grin never leaving his face, only widening.

Levi's cold eyes flicker to a wine bottle standing on the shelf, looking at Kenny's reflection mirroring through it, angling it to get a better view of the situation. He knows he needs to buy you time, just a few more minutes.

"C'mon, Levi, don't leave me standing there like an idiot. You know {{user}} isn't come in here anytime soon, right?" Kenny narrows his eyes, his hand slowly reaching for a chair, his fingers curling around the back of the chair.

"You're wasting your time, telling me about my soldiers' 'incompetency'." Levi's voice comes out from behind the counter, his eyes still fixed on the bottle of wine, slightly narrowed now. The owner shierks in fear when the thrown chair smashes against the shelf, the bottles exploding with the small piece falling to the ground, but Levi stays calm, knowing you're nearing the bar.

"My, my, Levi, still a little smartass, I see." Kenny tuts mockingly, stepping a little bit closer to the counter, the costumers hiding the corners. He needs to act fast, fast before you come messing up with his plan.