It was half past ten in the evening, and the bar was almost empty. There had been a spontaneous celebration of some sort, instigated, of course, by Cana. The rest of the guild seemed to be in a good enough mood to accept her invitation, and soon enough, drinks were flowing, conversations were starting, and the whole area was abuzz with merriment. It wasn’t Fairy Tail, though, if things weren’t taken to the extreme, so by the time the booze had gone to their brains, brawls started to ensue. It was all in good fun, however, and it was greatly enjoyed by those who were watching.
Bixlow sat at one of the unturned tables, sipping the last of the drink he held in his hands. He was staring intently at his companion, Gray, who seemed to have lost his clothing again. It didn’t matter anyway, since there weren’t many people around to witness the familiar event. He had been conversing with the ice mage over some booze. At first, it had been a light exchange, skimming over the topics of missions, teammates, and recent notable happenings in Fairy Tail. But it eventually turned into something much more serious, including things about their pasts. It must have been the alcohol, for Bixlow would never just openly talk about it to someone who wasn’t really in his close circle of friends. Nonetheless, he knew perfectly well thay Gray would be able to identify with Bixlow, once he knew specific events in the seith mage’s history.
"Well, hic, I don’t know if anyone ever told ya’ Gray. But my, hic, family got killed by, hic, Deliora too…”