Though there was some light at the end of the tunnel. Her work had brought her to Galar once more and right at the same time as Russell. Rook enjoyed his company and supposed she would be fine while she waited for him to be done. The nice thing about Ballonlea, other than the beautiful forest, was the presence of a lovely bakery. A quiet spot full of sweets actually wasn't that bad.

She would be fine as long as nobody tried talking to her. Hopefully, with her notes spread out in front of her, she definitely looked busy enough. The Houndoom resting its head on her leg should have been even more of a motivation to leave them be.

"Are you hungry, Thea? I'll get you something in a bit."

Thea growled softly and nuzzled her leg in appreciation.

She has not expected to see the vampire this tiny when visiting him. But she had also not expected to see Bill as a cat back then. At least now he didn't needed to convince her that it was him. Still, Lilli laughs at the sight of Bill using his shadow tentacles like that. A swing! How did she never thought of that?

" I could certainly say zhat, heh. Vith your affinity to blood, I also could call you a mosquito now, eh? ... A handome mosquito of course! "

Lilli jokes around while getting closer to look at him a little more closely. Okay, he was bigger than a bug, but she just couldn't keep that little jab in. The mage then holds her hand out for the barkeeper to hop on if he desired so.

" Seems like I need to call our favorite good boy again for help, huh~? Because how am I suppose to kiss my handsome boyfriend vhile he is miniature size~? Heh. "

Then a smirk slowly sneeks onto her face.

" Let's just hope Antonio isn't around. I don't vant him to mistake you for a mouse~ "

Billie’s had so many of her pretty pink drinks tonight. Like, so many. She should be thinking about feeding, but instead she’s been sitting at the bar, watching people come and go, and occasionally flirt with her.

Recently, she’s noticed one pair of eyes landing on her more often than not. One of the other patrons, probably. Studiously, though, the vampire is ignoring those eyes in favour of smiling prettily at the bartender, pushing her empty glass towards him.

It's his day off, and Malcolm feels like going to the Falling Star Club.

He's been around once before with Harve, and while it's a club, the atmosphere of the place makes him think of a pub, which he finds enjoyable. They even have music performances from time to time.

Galaxy wasn't the one to go to bars often, especially not when they had so little money. But the stress of trying to make ends meet was starting to get even to her and the abandoned train yard was cold and lonely, especially during the evening. She had made a smaller fire in the stove before leaving, to let Laila have something to keep her warm, but that did little to help the woman.

At least the bar she was in kept the cold out. It was warm enough to make her take off the old leather jacket and even older woolen sweater she came in with. She knew how to make a drink last, so even the one glass she bought with the little money they had was enough.

But she talked to nobody all evening, when otherwise she would have attempted to find a companion for the night. She simply didn't have the energy or mental capacity to, opting to simply stay at the bar quietly and make sure nobody drugged her drink or rob her of the little she had.

She was lost in thought of nothing in peculiar for a long time, being pulled out from that train only by the absence of sound of other customers. That's when she looked around to find the bar empty, and a glance at the clock revealed how late it was

Once more diving into the rabbit hole of his investigations, David this time reached out to Leofric. Truly, he had a choice of a 'Leofric' and 'Bill'. But if the two were friends, then contacting one might bring the other into the picture as well -- but that was fine with David.

Drawing up the contact information give to him by Antonio, he sent off a text:

[📱] Hello, my name is David Weiss. I'm an acquaintance of Antonio. He said that you might be able to help me with a small matter involving two magical kittens we unknowing adopted. They're not dangerous, afaik, but I have lots of questions. I'm a school teacher, new to Endlebridge. And I'd be happy to meet with you at your convenience. Thank you.

Bishop's line of work was very demanding. In order to establish solid defenses, he required careful planning of his resources. And to achieve so, he needed knowledge.

But that didn't mean he had to like it. Establishing a base in the city was turning out to be quite the liability. It simply couldn't go five minutes without something strange occurring and the only way to make sense of it was to venture out and find out what the hell was going on himself.

So there he was, standing outsidd The Falling Star. He hadn't been to a club since, well, ever. This whole mission was definitely going to be miserable from start to finish.

Bishop kept sulking to himself about the perspective of spending the night socializing as he made his way inside.

Wylan made his way over to the bar to get a drink. He wanted a little something to wind down after his set. Vesper was already off socializing with anyone who had come to see the show, but the witch was quite a bit different than his fae band mate, needing a little time to himself, or at least, not fully immersed in a crowd.

He was happy enough that everyone seemed to enjoy the small show and what they had to offer. Beyond The Veil wasn't a well known band by any means, but they were well on their way to becoming a decent indie band with a small but enthusiastic following of fans.

"Ah... Can I get a gin and tonic with lime... please?" He asked the bartender as politely as possible- managing a small smile, his voice was a whole lot softer than what he used on stage. He was far quieter and much more introverted than his stage persona might suggest. "Thanks."