[center][h1][color=brown]Kyle and Kayla Foster[/color][/h1][/center]
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It was later in the night now.

The plan, in theory, was simple. All things considered, it was just an attempt to recreate the events leading up to the attacks. Fortunately, most of them happened to be within a mile radius of the Tír na nÓg according to the map that the ex-cop had recorded in the book Kayla had borrowed forever. That being said, it wasn’t going to be that simple. A mile radius was a lot of ground to cover, and getting inebriated before a fight is a bold strategy to say in the last, if one could even call it that.

So here they were now, walking to the bar now with the plan to get halfway drunk in an effort to attract their party of interest.

“So exactly [i]how[/i] drunk are we supposed to get?” Kyle asked as they made their way forward.

“On a scale of 1-10, probably about 6.5.” Kayla replied, her arms crossed. “Also, what you said earlier was mean!”

“[i]What[/i] are you talking about?”

“Not ALL of my ideas are ‘ass and a half’ as you so eloquently put it.”

“You’re definitely caught in some more doublethink because those words have [i]never[/i] come out of my mouth.”

“Look at me, my name’s Kyle. I like using big words because it makes me sound very photosynthesis.” Kayla said, sticking her tongue out at her brother. “Have you heard anything from your girlfriend yet or..?”

“Kayla.” Kyle replied, not in the slightest bit amused.

“Sorry, sorry. Nervous, okay?” she said, taking a deep breath. “Still, you should probably contact her. Would be nice to have someone close by in the event that we do find trouble.”

“We are literally walking into trouble as we speak.” Kyle replied, “And to mitigate that, I’m only drinking enough to get [i]slightly[/i] inebriated. You want to slam bottle after bottle, that’s on you. But at least [i]one of us[/i] has to be more prepared for a fight with this thing.”

“Jesus, ye of little faith in your sister. Sorry for pissing you off so much.” Kayla replied shaking her haid. 

“I’m sorry, just…” Kyle replied, “I don’t like this plan. I’m still going with it, but I don’t like it.”


“I know. I’m not a big fan of it either. If you come up with anything different, just say so.” Kayla replied. “And- I’m sorry too. For annoying you.” She looked away from him and caught sight of the bar. The scene in the alley from last night all but gone. Quite morbid, the efficiency this city had achieved at sweeping its messes under the rug. “Looks like the bar’s right up ahead.”

“Alright.” Kyle said, “We’re… probably going to have to have words with that bartender.”

“I’ll make sure to apologize to her for whatever I did to set her off yesterday.” Kayla replied, sighing. “I know I was maybe a teensie bit antagonistic but I didn’t think that would give her a meltdown.”

“We’ll apologize, order drinks, and that will be it.” Kyle replied, “I don’t think we need to burden ourselves with a fresh Jäger. Especially one with… [i]colorful[/i] choice of words.”

“Agreed.” Kayla put it simply. Bringing a newby into a fight that even [i]they[/i] weren’t sure about was a great way to end up with someone getting maimed or killed. The two were quiet for the rest of their short trek to the bar, and remained that way until getting into the building. They both took a seat at the bar, in the exact same seats as they had the night before, and waited for the currently absent barkeep to return and get to them.