molotov cocktail (open)

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Regina collapsed onto the bar stool, raising a tired finger. It had been a long day - her crew of only several, pokemon were stuffed in the Pokemon center - and now her only companion was released to make itself at home on the bar counter.

The lotad waddled about as a drink was poured into her tired hand. The woman let out a deep sigh, and then, took a sip for what it was worth. She wasn't the sort to down it all at once. Little by little, she got by.

However, Billy was curious about this beverage like a toddler with a abnormally strong affinity to liquids. It wandered over to the fellow sitting one stool over to investigate a pile of empty glasses that had built up - either by him or the costumer before.

"What a bad day..." she muttered under her breath.

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[noka]

She didn't often go into bars, they were just a bit distasteful if you asked her and besides a mercenary needed to be on her toes at all times, but, well. She HAD to go in bars for certain missions, but that wasn't the case this time. No, she was going in for her own sake. She was now a member of the Eos Program, or whatever that was. Dedicated to stamping out the Scourge. While that wasn't too important to her, she just wanted to find out what had happened to her cousin, she WAS glad that she was finally getting started on that, so she had come into the bar to celebrate that fact!

As it was though, she had only taken one sip of her beverage, doing her best to stomach the rare taste due to how little she drank, before she had overheard what seemed like a sad statement from a woman. "What's so bad about it?" Luna questioned while keeping a spare eye on the Spinda she had let out, watching as she approached the same pile of empty glasses the Lotad was approaching.

cold volume