Sabitsuki sat at one of the bar's stools centered near the middle, propping her head against her hand and tapping her fingers on the wooden table in a way that lacked any interest as a notably distant, jazzy tune played in the meanwhile. Following this, it's not like she had anything to be interested about, anyway. Still... this was somewhat better than being chased by the usual Kaibutsu or trapped in some grotesque event, right? Come to think of it, she couldn't quite recall why she was even here in the first place. Maybe to avoid said events, or maybe because this was one of the few places she felt comfortable in. Her stubbornness would never let her admit this, however.

Ah, but enough with the daydreaming. Averting her gaze from the few residents in the Sugar Hole bar and its dull choice of color scheme, Sabitsuki sat upright to face the wall, which too, lacked any decor. There wasn't even a menu - the Cleaners just happened to conveniently have the same stock of drinks and cake. Everyone, who seemingly accepted it as the norm. ~~Which likely is, considering dreams do tend to lack in any context...~~ Which she didn't really mind, considering it just so happened to fall in line with her favorite beverages. Practical.