☆☆☆ Golden is a strange place. Well, all of Spirale is strange, he guesses -- one ward is not more weird than any of the others. But he’s found himself in Golden now and he’s trying to find answers to the where and the why.
He’d tried the library and found hardly any answers. Someone had told him about a couple bars he could go to that might have a regular or two that could explain some things. The woman he’d spoken to had laughed at him and said that he’d probably be ‘popular’ there, which made hardly any sense. Whatever, he was used to going around and looking for hunts, so looking for information on this city and understanding why he was brought here was not all that different.
The bar is more like a nightclub. He isn’t one to frequent these sorts of places, so already he is out of his element. Still, this was his only lead and he isn’t going to give up just yet. Breathing in a deep sigh he enters, immediately hit with the smell of alcohol in the darkness. He frowns, and narrows his eyes as he walks towards the crowd of men and women dancing, his feet slightly sticking to the beer stains that littered the floor.
Unfortunately, the bar where he thought he could get information is through the crowd, and in order not to barrel through he tries his hardest to make his movements... organic. He slips between people and sort of dances, poorly, and finds himself sandwiched between a wall and a man dancing behind him.
He starts to nudge his way out, trying again to fake out dancing as he does. He’s stuck, though, and he can start to feel himself getting irritated at the whole situation. Hands come to his waist and Noct freezes immediately. That’s enough.
“Hey, buddy, get your hands off me!”
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