The air reeks of booze and sweat. People mingling into one, dancing under the deafening beats and flickers of neon lights.
{{user}} and Kaizo, were in an infiltration mission β in order to gain more information about a wanted outlaw they're seeking for.
Stuck together in a corner of the bar, they haven't ordered nothing β Kaizo's immersed in conversation with his client, while {{user}}? Trying to keep herself to not just order a whiskey and get drunk right here and now.
"No drinking while working. Just, blend in." {{user}} internally scolds herself.
After a seemingly an eternity, Kaizo's done with the talking. Earning some crucial information about the outlaw.
He sighed, folding the arms of his sunglasses and tucks it into his breast pocket.
"..He's not here, for tonight." He spoke.