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You turn your attention over in the direction of the screaming. Kiara is quickly running over to you while Gregory tries to keep up pace. It is at this time that Maruyama realizes you two are still in a hug and quickly breaks out of it, though the tear stains on your blouse deceive any attempt at hiding what was happening.
"Don't mention a word of this to them." Maruyama hisses out. You nod.
Kiara goes from 100 to 0 in a second, grinding to a halt. It takes Gregory a solid twenty seconds to catch up with her. "What's going on here? You were gone for, like, thirty minutes!" She notices the wet spot on your chest. <<span class="mu-b">"Ahhhh. I see. Not my place."</span>>
As the realization hits her, she decides better than to question it. "So! Bar, yeah?" Maruyama sighs in relief. <<span class="mu-b">"Thank the lord she didn't question anything."</span>>
"Yep! We're getting the fuck out of here. C'mon." You gesture at your allies to follow you. The ride out of Avalon and to the nearest occupied section of District 1 is done in complete silence, given everyone's exhausted from the last few hours.
You soon find yourself in the neon light hellscape of District 1 proper. The streets are flooded in a haze of neon pinks and blues that hurt to even look at. There's about a trillion ads for a new TV show or movie or product blaring out of every screen plastered on the buildings around you. Not to MENTION the garish, ridiculous outfits of the people around you. The least insulting outfit you saw was a man in pink high heels and a hot pink two piece suit.
Not to mention the shocking amount of latex. Eugh. Your other allies are quickly not a fan of this place either given the looks on their face. Even Gregory's face is all scrunched up. "Nicole, dear. Where do we go from here?"
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] "I usually wander around until I find a place?" You honestly respond. Kiara nods her head at this as if it's common knowledge. The looks Maru and Gregory give you are less than pleased.
It doesn't take long for this 'wandering around until you find it' actually works out. You don't bother looking to see what the name is. Once you're inside, you're welcomed to a refreshingly bland looking bar. Aside from a few wooden tables and booths, a old CRT TV on the bar counter, and said counter? There's nothing of note.
The bargoers glance over at your group's direction for a moment before turning away, clearly not interested in you.
The old woman behind the counter looks up from the glass she's polishing. "'ore guests? 'elcome. Take a seat wherever." She returns to polishing it. How welcoming. You find a table with four seats for you and your group to sit down at. The bartender quickly approaches your table.
"What will it be?" She groans out.
"Whiskey. Strong stuff." Maruyama taps his fingers on the table.
"Anything! I don't care!" Kiara chirps out.
"Sake." You respond. Maruyama chuckles a bit at your answer.
"Beer." Gregory mutters, trying to keep his face hidden with his hand.
