“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.”
A scoff was all Nyx elicited from Dee. She’d been wanting to go off and explore every nook and cranny of Barton—the exact same thing she did when she first got here. What had changed? Who was still around? What was everyone doing? There were so many unanswered questions, and being anchored to a barstool for the rest of the night didn’t sound all too enticing. But hell—it was what Nyx wanted to do. She worked at the Anti-Hero pub for forever, and Dee figured there must be some sentiment in the dusty old bar.
“You wouldn’t even want to go on a walk with me later tonight?” she asked after a couple of minutes with a modest sweetness “I thought it might be romantic.”
