Yari frowned, looking closely at her reflection in the shop window. She felt bad... That Yuna girl really did seem nice, but she couldn't be around everybody right now, so she slipped out when she didn't think anybody would even notice. Thankfully nobody came after her so far. Guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders; why couldn't she remember any of them if they had been such a large portion of her life. She barely knew herself now as she stared at the blue-haired figure that was her reflection. There was no spear on her back, but she'd found a nice garment in her inventory which had long ribbons of beige accenting a red top and semi-modest skirt. She quite liked it, but that hair... dear god, why had she decided that looked good in the first place? She swiped her hand through the air and opened a map, looking for the nearest place to 'fix' her hair. There wasn't one far away - vanity alterations were made constantly in this world and it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to have it done, thankfully. When she left the 'shop,' as it were, she had altered it to a short, almost blonde, light brown. She thought it brought her eyes out, at least. It didn't take long for the town to come alive with people and she was blissfully unaware of the drama happening on the other end until the music started playing and she simply [i]had[/i] to find out from where it came. The band continued, but their singer seemed to be taking a break for herself. It allowed the music to become more ambient for a while and Yari, upon noticing that Nero and Suto were both at the center of the crowd, was quite glad for that as she darted into the nearest pub. That wasn't exactly a mistake, no, but it certainly might have been less than what one might call a 'good judgment call' as a man called out "One more on the house!" A drink was thrust into the girl's hand and she was slapped on the back jubilantly as she clutched the glass in her hand and tried her damnedest not to spill it everywhere. They wouldn't dare just hand some stranger alcohol, would they? ... She took a sip. A wave of relief washed over her like she'd never known, every muscle in her body relaxing. Of course, she wasn't the slightest bit drunk, it was just this feeling of something new as she tasted a smidgen of alcohol. She turned eighteen forever ago, it seemed, had they even had any of this stuff? Why wouldn't they? It was amazing! And it took all of three more intensely burning gulps for her to come to such a realization. The girl left the bar a little bit more light hearted and with a second drink in hand. She'd tried an ale, but when it didn't give her the same burn as the first one, she just found something new and delicious. Something English called a "Long Island Iced Tea" - it translated strangely, but it tasted like a normal drink. Dangerous, but good. She sipped at the straw absently, floating threw the crowd with a bit more aloofness than before. ----- Titus gave Yato a casual salute. "Glad to see you here; seems that Cress here has started to enjoy the festivities quite fervently..." He teased, smirking. "Mind if I talk to you for a bit, Yato?" He asked, nodding his head toward a more secluded area, away from their group. Nero introduced himself to Cress and Asari, but they both seemed to have short attention spans. Minera gave a modest, little bow, "Thank you, Yato. I appreciate it." Those drinks might have to wait a minute, as it seemed they were now exposed to a bit more 'party.' She looked to Asari and couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth, "Aww, thanks, we love that people like to hear it at all, really. Party's not over, my guys'll keep playing, but I'm allowed to enjoy it too!" Suddenly, Yari pushed between Suto and Nero, leaving the white-haired beast hunter a bit bewildered. Where the hell had she come from? To be fair, she didn't even realize it was them, she was more interested in the redhead as she stared at him, "Hey! You need to stop... Bumbling through this crowd or whatever... You're making a scene!" She pointed out, "And my god, what are you drinking?" She was not being nearly as sly or matronly as she thought when she reached for whatever drink Cress had in his hand at the moment, wanting a taste of it for herself.