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This is not Blue’s type of place; and if he weren’t in search of a cheap drink, he wouldn’t even be here. The smooth jazz, the vinyl-seated booths, the hardwood floors… suffice to say they were a far cry from what he’s used to. Barely an hour ago, he was still on the opposite side of town, in a club pounding with basslines so loud he could feel the vibration deep in his bones. He doesn’t remember much, of course. After he’d taken one of those cute little tablets with the smiley faces printed on them, the world had narrowed down to neon flashes of light and the press of bodies around him.

But by now, the high has mostly worn off, though there’s still a warm, pleasant buzz skittering just beneath the surface of his skin. Apart from that, however, he’s surprisingly sober. Blue vaguely recalls the echo of laughter, [i]his[/i] laughter, as he dragged [i]someone[/i] along, face buried into the side of their neck in his endeavour to score a free drink. Whoever he’d accosted, they were terribly stingy with their money, and he hadn’t ingested [i]nearly[/i] enough alcohol to accomplish his goal of getting blackout drunk. The fact that he wasn’t currently tripping over his own feet is evidence enough, but he does plan to change that before the sun crawls from beyond the horizon.

The bartender doesn’t even spare him a second glance when Blue steps inside, eyes trained on the TV as she wipes down a perfectly clean whiskey glass. People grew accustomed to the strangest things, and the inhabitants of San Marzano were no different. These days, animal masks were everywhere, when just a little over a year ago, you wouldn’t be able to catch anyone wearing them outside of Halloween. The trend spread through the city like an epidemic, infecting its youth with nebulous efficiency, and really, it was only a matter of time before the local rabble-rousers caught on. Subconsciously, Blue tugs lightly on the hem of his mask, due to some strange, compulsive urge, making sure it’s secure.

He soon ventures further into the bar, boots thumping heavily against the wooden floor. It’s only then that he catches sight of a familiar face. Wait, scratch that, it was a mask; a mask of pitch black feathers and eyes of crimson glass. Blue has to take a moment to weigh the pros and cons of approaching them. On one hand, he really isn’t inebriated enough to deal with Skav’s ramblings on such a nice Sunday night, but on the other hand... He notices the group of masked men sitting at a nearby table, casting furtive glances at the crow-masked Razor when they think no one’s looking. It’s a poor attempt at subtlety, to say the least, when even someone like Blue can discern their foul intentions with a glance.

With a practiced nonchalance - back hunched, hands stuck in his pockets - he strolls closer to where Skav is seated, sliding into the booth opposite them. Briefly, his gaze flickers to the glass on the table, quarter-filled with a swirling, amber liquid. They didn’t look like they were planning on polishing off the rest of it, and judging from the way they swayed slightly in their seat, it was an easy enough matter to draw up a conclusion.

[color=bf00ff]“Don’t you know not to take drinks from strangers?”[/color] His tone is wry, but when he leans over the table to clamp a steadying hand on their shoulder, the gesture betrays his concern. More than anything, getting out of here was first priority, though he doubted they’d get very far with the state Skav was in. They might’ve been handling it better than most others could ever hope to, but they were still grossly outnumbered, as Blue would realise when he slumps back into his seat. And the icing on the cake? They were too far away from Razor territory to even think of calling backup.

[i]God[/i], they really were screwed, weren’t they? He probably should’ve been a tad more worried, but the lingering effects of molly dulled his panic to a faint, unobtrusive thrum of apprehension. Heaving a sigh, Blue leans forward once again, though this time, he only does so to whisper conspiratorially. [color=bf00ff]“[i]Please[/i] tell me you parked the Qrow nearby.”[/color]