Soft pitter-patter flicked against the roofs and roads of Peanocy, a soft melody accompanied with a nostalgic smell of mist. Chatter spread amongst the city, some quiet some loud. Each person blended into the crowd, with their umbrellas and at least somewhat appropriate clothes for the weather at hand. But, you of course, were not exactly suited for it; Nor did you have an umbrella to make up for the mishap.

So as the ground illuminated with soft orange hues, sourcing from the lanterns dangling within clear windows and outside covered sections-- And the clumps of people just wishing for a rainy day of peace-- was you, trying to find any sort of suitable shelter that at least you wouldn't die of boredom in. After all, if you couldn't make it back home on the desired hour you had planned, you would at least prefer if something kept you captivated in the meanwhile.

After all, the rain wasn't stopping soon.

Your eyes, as they darted from title from title, finding what you deemed appropriate and deserving of your stay, finally latched onto a solitude bar. Peering through the windows, you take it that there's only a few people within, enjoying their stay comfortably with purpose or to keep shelter from the raindrops. A drink or two would never hurt. Infact, it would speed by the time; Faster, faster, and faster, until the moment of downpour-free days pass and the next clouds emerge.

So, you walked in; a soft ring alerted others of your arrival, a few glancing back out of curiousity before continuing on with their lives. You placed yourself upon the chair, putting your arms on the countertop; you see a bartender working dilligently. A few drinks were served, before he finally settled onto you. "Good afternoon," He said, his words rather raspy and deep. The way his tired eyes looked at you, rather yearning for a break yet still sparkling with some form of curiousity sparks wonders in you. "What would you like to get today? My name is Gallagher, I'm happy to assist you."