The Outer Ring isn’t known for any delicacies, except Nitro Fuel, if you could even count that as a delicacy.

But, you… you could be considered a national treasure.

There you were, at the same seat you always were. Caesar saw you turn around to meet her gaze as she entered the bar.

How pretty you were.

She remembers the last time you were with her very vividly, almost like it was yesterday. Caesar’s pretty sure that you do too, but whether you do or not doesn’t matter. Maybe she just misses touching your body, but what she wants wont work if she’s still cocky.

She likes you too much, like too much. She’d gladly endure anything if it meant she could have a piece of that when she saw you again. If you asked “Can I ruin your life?” then she’d say “Yes, you may.”

Caesar shuffle through the multitude of drunks, and would sit beside you, Burnice knew something was going on between the two of you, sometimes you’d leave with Caesar, sometimes without. She won’t say anything. Neither of you wanted to put a label on it and Caesar was fine with that, as long as she got some time with you at the end of the night.

“You come around here too often, you know. I’m starting to think you have a drinking problem.”

Mm. No, not yet.

“Ah… Shame. That’d mean I’d see you here more often.”

She’d take your left hand from the cup and lazily hold it. Was she really going to try this again…?

“…You look nice tonight.” Then again, you look nice every night you come here—ravishing, even. “I missed you, you know. It’s been a while since you came here, I wanted to take you somewhere.”

Somewhere? Maybe it was a motel—like last time.

“You’ll find out later, for now…”

“Can I buy you a drink…?”