"[b]Yeah, a soldier. That's what your lot is, right?[/b]" [i]The bartender would nod as he would place the keys for the entrance on the counter, yet not including keys to the backroom, nor the safe nor the drinks behind the counter, before he would then leave the two.[/i] [i]The red light would break through the regular lighting, soon almost becoming hazing to look at. Celkym would begin to shuffle uncomfortably, her right hand scrying for something to hold onto. A hand, likely.[/i]