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⊰ Incessant chatter traveling in waves, clinks of glasses and wooden surfaces resonating under the strength at which patrons decide to throw their drinks on them; signs of a lively night. The band has long since finished their performance, leaving only a couple hours until closing. Regardless, the bar is still lively and full, Rylen being present on the floor, keeping an eye on both the staff and customers, jumping in if there is need of assistance. Most of the time, it isn’t.
Unknown to the owner, however, in the midst of the rush, a reddish brown haired girl slipped in, cerulean gaze following the band until their last song, her place tucked in the farthest corner, away from both staff and patrons. It was time for her to sneak out, however, before her parental figure catches her and she risks losing her privileges for the month.
Step by minuscule step, a movement akin to both serpent and cheetah, agile orbs devise a clear clever path she follows, yet her movements come to a halt. Right in front, passed out and drooling a Niagara, there is a very young man, his silver hair shining like crystals under the bar’s light. Smirking ear to ear, Nicole approaches and furiously pokes his ribs. One saner than her might explain to the youngster why disturbing drunk patrons is a bad idea, yet she feels safe under the guise of him far too sleepy and far too young to care; plus, ‘sane’ and Nicole never went in the same sentence.
Amusement soon turns to worry, however, as the girl discovers the other doesn’t answer no matter how many times she pokes or moves him. Caution thrown out of the window – following punishment from her father be damned- the auburn haired girl makes it straight for where Rylen is standing; the man clearly not too pleased as soon as he spots her. His rant, however, doesn’t come to be, for Nicole speaks first and practically drags him to where the young person is, the man soon just assuring his daughter her consequences will be discussed tomorrow as Rylen picks up the young man and gently carries him to the modest offices above the bar, only used for paperwork, laying him down on one of the more comfortable couches there. ⊱
