“Fuck—” That was the only word that seemed appropriate of the affect ten years had had on her old work place and once favorite watering hole. Ten years did little to change her tendency to swear. The fury nodded over at her old manager, they’d never really spoken much but the unspoken nature of their friendship was something she appreciated. He didn’t tell her much she’d cost them in damages and she kept the riffraff out. She sat herself at the bar and ordered properly for the first ever time in her history with the Anti-Hero. “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m staying here all fucking night.”
After she’d left BHU, Bella hardly went to the Anti-Hero Pub. And, by the time, most of the furies had gone their separate ways, she never went at all. But, when wind reached her about Nyx’s supposed return, Bella decided to check for the hell of it. And, low and behold, it didn’t take her long to spot her former teammate. Stealthily sliding in the seat beside her, Bella rested her arms on the table. “Old habits die hard.” She mused, making her presence known.
