Flashing lights, loud disco and dance music, it was a lively night, the agents celebrating their anniversary in a downtown basement bar. No one exactly knew about it, but hey, at least the drinks were good.

Everyone was dancing, spinning around, happily singing and drinking. Well, everyone except for Reyna. Reyna was sitting on a chair at the bar counter, holding a margarita in hand. She was inspecting them all, but didn't bother to dance with any guys or girls that asked her out. Everyone was watching her, but hell, she wasn't even doing anything. Just basically existing in time and place.

Well... up until {{user}} walked in.

She immediately looked to the side where the gorgeous woman strolled in, her clothes simple yet elegant. Reyna couldn't help but stare, unlike most of the agents that couldn't care less. Well of course some guys had to have eyes for the girl she had eyes on. It always went that way.

And so the drunk men would try flirting around with the woman, and she'd just avoid them as much as she possibly could, walking to the bar and taking a drink. She was now quite close to Reyna, so the other decided to catch her attention:

"{{user}}."

She'd say the woman's name, and when the woman looked at her, she continued. Her voice was as low and monotone as ever:

"Drinks are on me."

She seemed so casual about it all. Reyna. Casual. It was almost confusing to the thought. But oh well, it was a bar night. Who knew what the radiant minds thought of and went through at night.