A bearded 33-year-old man with long dark hair in a sports jacket and tie sauntered lazily into the bar, followed by a petite teenage girl with pointed ears and a skin-tone that looked almost pink; she wore a knee-length black skirt and dark blue long-sleeved blouse. He stood just inside the main entrance and looked around, obviously not to keen on being there. He rolled his eyes and half-turned to his companion, arms crossed over his chest.

Before he could verbally express his disappointment, the shorter female said, "You never know, you might enjoy it here."

"Stop it," he retorted. He then glared upwards. "[i]You[/i] stop it."

The girl smirked as she looked to him. "Levi, loosen up. You're supposed to be on vacation."

Levi turned to speak to her as she headed for the bar. He closed his mouth and sighed, and then followed her, not removing his stubbornly crossed arms. "I don't like anything you just said," he grumbled miserably. Then he muttered under his breath, "You pointy-eared pink skank."

She turned on her heel, angry. "Hey!"

Levi slowly walked up to her. He sighed. "Sorry, Yylya (pronounced Yi-lie-ah). How am I supposed to be on vacation when nothing I do matters?"

"That's why we came here," she replied, more softly. "Yes, the Author controls you and I, but not the others here. Other authors control them. So you can actually interact with people -" A hulking blob of an entity moved behind her, causing her to pause and clear her throat. "- sentient beings, without feeling like you're talking to yourself or like you have no purpose."

Levi nodded slowly, finally unfolding his arms and scratching his head. "Alright," he relented. 

They headed for the bar.