“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.”
Ten years had been a long time, at least for Milo. For some people, things didn’t change. Milo however had learned a lot in the past and this past ten years had been good to him. Although he was not completely sold on his future. Things could change. Milo stepped into the pub. Why not? He thought. He had been in the pub before-- when he lived in the town. “I’ll drink to that. Next round’s on me,” he laughed.
