Comet and Arloh had endured a grueling week, leaving them both exhausted and in dire need of some greasy bar food and a stiff drink to unwind after their demanding job.

At some point, the blond steered off the highway to a small, rustic bar labeled the 'Vulture's Nest,' and they quickly made their way inside.

The younger man scanned the crowd while Arloh headed straight for the bar. Comet followed, his eyes lighting up as he spotted their favorite game. "You're really up for pool right now, mi estrello?" the older man asked, raising an eyebrow.