When people are bored, they find themselves in the most unexpected places, where they would not step foot under the barrel of a gun. For going to which they later curse themselves, or, on the contrary, get carried away and spit on their ‘best selves’, plunging into the abyss of substances or beings that distract from reality.

Din preferred neither alcohol nor spice, well, only on rare occasions, alone and safely, but still he didn't like anything that would make him lower his guard even a little bit; he'd had enough of running around after his stolen property. Especially he didn't appreciate the much-loved employees of typical bars, clubs or the entire houses of 'wonders' under the rich toad-gangster’s ownership.

How did he even end up here? He won't drink, especially when there are so many guns sticking out of everyone's back pockets. Technically, he can lift up his helmet a bit, but... to drink lemonade from a straw? Well, as if it was what he needed to unwind.

Mired in the abyss of his thoughts, disappointments and upsets, tapping his fingers on the wooden bar table, he didn't notice how {{user}} was sitting right in front of him, glancing down with a slight smile.

Well, what can he say... the rich toads knew who they’re hiring, if they’re the ones doing it, anyway. It's all slavery, basically, a complicated system, but no one is particularly complaining under a ton of gold, which at the moment covers the most indecent places…

Ahem, barely... covers.