After Matija had been changed, Tibulass led the two girls into the town in pursuits of the finest bar, winery, or somewhere else that sells booze to the masses without asking many questions. Sure, the skin graft and scar of brain surgery was a thing, but when you were walking down the street along with three or four aliens per yard, you weren't incredibly shocked by the stranger that had some scars. Hell, that guy clearly had a broken arm and he was just kinda walking through the street casually.

At last, the two girls arrived at what seemed like a pretty standard bar. The neon signs were flickering against the brighter lights of the station, and the grizzly people in the bar definitely told that this bar was trusted by the ragamuffins of the station, which gave Tibulass a good feeling that she could get a strong drink here and get wasted. She only had to hope this place had pretzels now. A large sign beside it read "The Wasted Wormhole". Not the best name for a bar, but it was catchy to Tibulass.

[color=f6989d]"How's this place? Think we could get shit-faced here?"[/color]

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