[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191113/80723d0e197181a282238ba5d2ed8471.png[/img] And [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191113/7ff437d321b9fd72d8ccc17406572d45.png[/img] No special guest this time. [hr][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191209/bfc7e54e2c33967f5d5e22ebbad4886c.png[/img][hr] [/center] In a strange turn of events, not only has Joseppi gotten the bartender [i]out of the bar[/i] but he also pulled a magic sack of money out of his ass, so that was a thing. The bartender had already poured her a glass of Brandy while everyone else was scrambling around and Joseppi was bribing the bartender. Annie tipped the glass back and admired the flavor of her brandy. Fruity, not too strong, a little citrus. Annie wasn't a professional taster by any means, but could identify flavors pretty well. She wasn't one of those people who, with just a sip, could tell the exact amount of years it was aged, the barrel wood that was used, the fruits in it, or anything like that. Those people were freaky. Annie pulled her bag of sweets and set it on the bar in front of her. She put her hand in and pulled out a random piece of candy. A small sphere of what looked like dark chocolate. With an expert (right) hand, she set the sphere on the back of her thumb, which was tucked slightly under her pointer finder and flipped the sphere like you'd flip a coin, and the sphere arced into her mouth flawlessly. Dark Chocolate. It was... pretty bitter to say the least, but it was far from the worst she's had. The chocolate melted quickly, and was gone in a flash. She left the bag on the table, totally unguarded from young blonde boys with a candy addiction, and crossed her arms behind her head, leaning backwards. Her lean was stopped short as she made contact with Neon Knight's cold metal exterior. Perhaps a drink or two would warm him up? [i][color=00aeef]"Say, Neon, why don't you go get a drink? It'll be good for ya. Here."[/color][/i] Annie reached into her pocket and pulled out an assortment of nickels, dimes, pennies and quarters, before counting out four dimes and putting them into Neon's enormous, heavy metal hand. [hr][center][i]IN THE MIND OF NEON...[/i][/center][hr] [color=f26522][i]"Very well, if you insist."[/i][/color] Neon leaned off of Annie's chair and took a few steps before going behind the bar. Each step of Neon's steel-like greaves made the wood creak, and the sound of heavy metal to wood could be heard nearly all throughout the bar. Upon reaching the back of the bar, Neon looked at the various bottles of alcoholic drinks. Dark liquids swirled in glass bottles, as well as the lighter brown ones. But what to get? His eyes(?) scanned the bottles, before falling on a bottle that read [i]"Sun Zaoh Brandy"[/i]. Asain Brandy? It looked like what Annie was drinking so he decided to give it a shot. He set his four dimes on the wooden shelves before grabbing the mysterious asain brandy. Grabbing one of several short glasses and filling it with ice, he dumped in some of the brandy. He flipped up his visor, exposing the inky black darkness underneath. He brought up the glass to the edge of the opening and poured in some of the liquid. [i][color=f26522]"Hmmm... Fruity. And... cold."[/color][/i]