[b]She downs her drink, but when she asks the bartender for more, he simply replies that it's all gone. She sighs, muttering,[/b] "Fućk my life..."

[i]"Wanna find another place for drinks?" [/i]

"Maybe. But if we're getting put of here..." [b]She smirked.[/b] "...I can think of better options."

[i]"Oh? Let's hear them." [/i]

"Well, I think we already talked about one..."

[i]"I'd prefer to hear it~" [/i] [spoiler]Forget what lol[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Lol[/spoiler] "Hm... Well, last I checked, you wanted to head back to my place and have some fun."

[i]"Hm... Lead on." [/i]

"With pleasure..." [b]They exit the bar, and, after a few minutes of walking, come upon a seemingly normal- albeit small- house.[/b] "Honestly, I don't come here often except to grab or replace my gear. But it still has all the necessities, and we're both too drunk to drive, so it'll work." [b]She opens the door and steps inside, gesturing for Natalie to follow. At first nothing out of the ordinary is seen, but, right behind the now-open door stands a jet-black suit of body armor. As they walk through the house, a workshop of sorts (a rather high-tech one at that) can be seen behind a slightly-cracked door, and weapons are seen here and there. It seems to be in... well, disarray would be an understatement. Eventually, they arrive at a closed door. As she puts her hand on the door-knob, she says,[/b] "...and here we are." [b]The open door reveals a bedroom. It was a large contrast to the disorder of the rest of the house. It looked well-kept. The only major notable thing was the bed. It looked far too large for one person. However, knowing Lyra, there was probably much more that had yet to be revealed.[/b] "So..." [b]She pulls Natalie in for a kiss. It wasn't particularly noteworthy, and it seemed as if she was merely 'testing the waters', so to speak.[/b] "...shall we?"

[i]"We shall~"[/i] [spoiler]PM or timeskip?[/spoiler]

[spoiler]PM. I dont have anything better to do with my time rn[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Kk, you're starting[/spoiler]