The rain pounded down outside, the pitter-patter thrumming quietly on the flimsy roof of the bar. Inside, numerous people in dark clothing muttered in quiet conversation, the atmosphere as dreary in the building as it was on the outside. The bartenders served the beer, tiredly doing their jobs despite their very low pay. The Slums sure deserved its name.
But then, a rather brighter colored fellow walked inside the bar, a dark-skinned boy that looked about the age of twenty. Maybe older than that. He wore a ragged, black vest with fiery colored patterns on it, his hair like his jacket in the fact that it was black streaked with red. His eyes, two burning orbs, scanned the dark little bar before he stepped in. One of his hands hovered over his pocket, where he secretly kept his whip...just in case anything bad happened. His was not noticed by anyone else in the bar. Things were just too dull that day for there to be any attention.
Fahrenheit walked up to the bartender and requested a beer, which he was given some minutes later. He slurped it up, thinking about that dreadful day when he was younger. He came to this place a lot. He liked beer. He didn't smoke, but he sure loved beer. It took his mind off of things...
And yet another more vivid looking person came into the bar. It was evident that her clothes used to be a much more striking blue and white, but stains and dust now clouded the hues. Her hair was long, silvery colored, and slightly messy, but the girl seemed to pay no heed to her messy looks. And again, no one seemed to notice her arrival. Ailus Frostheart sat down at a table some distance away from Fahrenheit and ordered a beer.
To be more precise, no one noticed Ailus except for Fahrenheit. What the hell happened to that girl...? he wondered, sipping some more beer. She sure looks beaten up... His thoughts wandered again, but he stole a glance or two at Ailus, who was staring at her drink sullenly.
