A Pixie at Pixie’s Again || Open
Pixie's was... peculiarly familiar. It was nothing if not filled with memories for Terence, but the man hadn't been there for quite a while now. Many months, to be exact! Why he had decided to go there? Well, there was no clear answer. Truth be told, the sparrow man was a taaaad bored in his apartment. He most certainly missed having roommates, actually. But! That was beside the point! He'd gone out to have fun. That was about it.
And so, he was in the club! He'd picked himself up a cocktail, too, and found himself content to stand by and watch the other patrons for the time being. The patrons, and the bar: it'd been a long time since he'd been on the other side of it, and it was nostalgic in a way. His head tilted at the sight of the current barkeep. He didn't know them.
"Hm. What do you think of the new bartender?" he asked out loud, mostly because he noticed someone had come up to stand nearby. Whether it was to talk to him or not, he had no idea, but there was really no harm in talking, right? "Not that they're bad," the blond cleared up quickly, with an awkward chuckle. "Anyway, that doesn't matter. Forget that question."
