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[color=C8C7CB][b]Time:[/b][/color] Early Evening
[color=C8C7CB][b]Location:[/b][/color] Alexei's
[color=C8C7CB][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@13org] Ylva, [@Milkman] Finn, [@Crusader Lord] Valya, [@Ithradine] Volfango
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Ylva seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the commotion, and it wasn’t surprising given the merry tales she just told Vivian about her tribe’s festivities. This incident might even pale in comparison to Ylva’s definition of a ‘party’.

[color=C8C7CB]“Yup,”[/color] Vivian stated with a defeated tone. [color=C8C7CB]“Brawls happen every now and then but there seems to be more than usual today.”[/color] Vivian shot the blonde kid a piercing stare before looking back towards Ylva with a smile. [color=C8C7CB]“Glad you like the drink though! This is the first time someone has actually razed down the door since I’ve started working here but we get broken glasses pretty often.”

[i]Now how should I deal with you?[/i][/color] The kid, who called himself Finn, conveniently lost his information in the terrorist attack at the art exhibition. Vivian found it hard to trust his words, it sounded more like a convenient excuse to get out of paying the damages for the door. Regardless of the truth, he at the very least recited a phone number to contact and Vivian quickly wrote it down.

[color=C8C7CB]“I better not get someone asking me for my pizza order on the other end of this line,” [/color]Vivian chuckled, [color=C8C7CB]“You can get a coke once this number goes through.”[/color] Vivian ripped out the piece of paper from her notepad and waved it before stepping behind the bar. where the telephone was located. Other staff began to sweep up the shards of glass and other debris from the wreckage, though most of the servers returned to work when they noticed that the mess was being taken care of. 

As Vivian dialed the number into the keypad, a gorgeous, tall lady stepped into the establishment. She seemed to naturally radiate an aura of class and luxury, and Vivian found it difficult not to have her attention stolen away for a moment by her intriguing presence. When the woman spoke, Vivian snapped out of her brief daze. 

[color=C8C7CB]“We’re still open,”[/color] Vivian replied with a smile, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder. It seemed like everyone walking through the doors today was the rowdy type, somehow unfazed, or rather, excited, by the idea of a fight. These types of characters weren’t unfamiliar to Vivian, she’s seen her fair share while working in other cities. [color=C8C7CB]“Our door isn’t usually destroyed though, but take a seat anywher-”[/color]

A click sounded from the phone, signalling that someone had picked up on the other end. Vivian made a gesture, holding up her index finger as if telling the guest to wait, and urgently pointed at the phone before turning her back towards the patrons. [color=C8C7CB]“Yes? Hello? This is Vivian, I’m a bartender at Alexei’s. Your friend, uh, Finn, said to contact you. He broke a door and we need someone to pay for the damages.”[/color]