Scorn was back outside in the world heading down the street unsure where she would go. Despite her distrust with people her age and above she couldn't stay inside all the time, especially with her overly hyperactive nature and occasional short attention span. She had to keep herself busy and going to a bar seemed like a good idea now that she was full and wouldn't be craving a live meal. She decided to go somewhere new, and hoped that the crowd wouldn't be large. She would just get her drink and find a spot where no one would bother her, if they did well, that would be their death wish.

She entered the bar, and sat herself all the way down on one end of the bar where no one else was. She couldn't help but notice her arm itching, with a slight sting to it as she had entered but she tuned it out as best she could as she waited for the bartender to stop talking with whoever and just order her drink. At least it seemed it wasn't to crowded, less people to worry about bothering her and let her enjoy her drink on her own.