i don't negotiate.

“Do you ever grow tired of it? The many partings and goodbyes. I have shared so many. Yet none is harder than those I say to part with you all.”

Her life almost grew.. monotonous in her days of studying and reading. Sometimes she was able to pull herself away -- remembering that her life was still hers to live -- and sometimes, the drive and yearning for her family, pushed her to tirelessly search for a means to fix the problem of the hollow that kept them divided. But today, it seemed hopeless--pointless even.

This hopelessness is what drew her to Rousseau’s throwing back a drink. There was nothing better to do, at least nothing that would ease her mind. She dropped the glass on the counter top. “Another, please.” She asked as the blonde turned to stare into the establishment. “You would think that they would have done MORE to the place to liven it up. It still looks dead. in here.” Freya grumbled in annoyance.