Reno sat at his bar, in the Valhalla. He adored that there was still a place for him to retreat to. He found this little local bar, it was also frequented by Diana and Occasionally Cassidy. Reno leaned against the bar, his wings fluttering as he looked over to the barkeep.

His insect voice was odd, but not unpleasant. “Another please. Rum.” He said and placed a hard earned gold coin. The bounty hunter never ceased to drink until he fluttered home.