Calmior Balinor, a small dingy bar that's not really noticeable,then again there isn’t much to notice in this city…The bar itself is hidden away in a cramped alleyway, there isn’t really a sign to advertise it anymore since people kept stealing and defacing it…

Sighing I nurse at the half empty glass as I peer around the bar from where I'm sitting. It’s small, and crowded even if there isn’t a full house…doesn’t really need one to feel suffocating. It reminds me of before coming to this City planet, which is nice somewhat. The air smells greasy, and the air conditioner is running at full power rattling the inside of the bar…The air is hot and I can feel condensation from the glass sticking to my hands. How very…cozy, very cozy indeed…

Sipping at the drink, I search through groups of individuals to find Boss man, only to find him to be oh so…nowhere…He most likely left a while ago while I was too busy not paying attention. Well, only to my drinks after all. The taste is barely there, just like anything else, and everyone else in here.

Hidden away in one of the corners of the bar I spot poor, poor Right slouched in on himself like a snail retreating into its shell, just Righty oh doesn't really have one. Maybe I can make the kid one? Might make em less antsy then he usually is, or maybe it’ll just make it worse? Or, I can just make it worse over all? Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant idea!

Snickering quietly more so to myself I make my way over to the jumpy lad, ignoring the bartender's glare as I do so. Goz always glares at people, although I can't really tell if it’s because she’s always annoyed or if she just doesn't like anyone…maybe it’s both? Yeah, definitely both! Sliding ‘gracefully’ onto one of the stools in front of Right, I can’t help but feel smug as I watch him sink in on himself. No wait, concerned. I can’t help but feel concerned for the fidgety kid as he sinks in on himself. I’m not really sure that's healthy for the back…

“Ta!” Offering a simple greeting I shrug and give a half hearted wave with my tail.

“...Ta?” Right mumbled quietly, he doesn't really sound sure of himself but that's fine by me. “I-ay w-whaat brings you here Zall? I guh…I’m still uh scrounging up that loan to pay you back…UH, I PROMISE I’LL PAY YOU BACK IN A-a couple days?” Right looks visibly sick as he speaks on and on till his words become near intelligible. Maybe I should inform him I don’t really care about that loan…much…

Slowly I lean forward and ‘grin’ at the poor helper who just looks at me with an unsure blank face. “I saw it too…”

I can’t help but watch as Right twitches and spasms a bit, and the orange metal that makes up his body clamps tightly together. Quickly Right jerks his head to the side and watches the rest of the bar for a moment before turning back to me.

“You…you saw it too? I-I thought I was just l-loosing my mind! Kah” Shivering Right takes a couple of gulps from his drink, getting the purple sludge all over the place as he does so. “It all just clumped all together…Y-you know…Zall? Cl-clumped all together in tha bag and t-touched me! I…there was an eye, b-but I don’t r-remember putting an e-eye in there…I-it l-l-l-LOOKED AT ME!” Right’s voice escalated in pitch. Wincing visibly I glanced behind me to see some of the other patrons looking our way.

“Looked at y? Sure y don’’t need them crack shoots y call eyes looked at?”

Right huffed in annoyance as he stares down at what little remains of his drink. “No I think…I-I mean, they work fine…L-look it-it really did look at me! B-before I threw the bag…t-the eyes were yellow, a-an sick lookin…” Fumbling on his words the kid then finishes off his drink with a final gulp. “Y-you said you saw it too Zall, y-yeah?”

“Ayy t y” Smiling, er well smiling as much as this head of mine would allow I peer at where I think Right’s eyes are before continuing what I was going to say, whatever that really is. “Y shoulda seeeen it kid! It was all ol bubblin in poppin at me…Why-why it even spoke too! Y know what it say?” Right leans forward a bit more, the slits on the front of his face widening, allowing me to see where his actual eyes are. “Tee ol ‘elper to tha right er gonna taste ay hardy oil n junk stew, ay Righty right?”

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Right blanched as he threw himself back from me, hitting the back of his head on the wall, causing one of the pictures behind him to fall and hit the ground. “OI, FUCK YOU, YOU DAMN METAL RAT!” Right screeched as he began to rub the back of his head with blunt burnt digits.

“AYY AIN'T T RAT! YA SORRY EXCUSE OF A BLIND WORKIN SCARPE HEAP Y OVERGROWN TOASTER!” Shouting, I duck my head as Right swatted at me like he was trying to get rid of an annoying fly.

“TOASTER? TOASTER! AT LEAST I”M NOT A FUCKING CRAZED PHYCHO ASS!”

“CRAZED? Y THE ONE SEEIN STUFF, AN Y CALL ME CRAZY–”

“AY YOU BOTH ARE! AN STOP BEING A SALLEN DAMN MENACE ZA, OR I”LL THROW YOU BOTH IN THE GRINDER!” Galled I turn to the offending voice and glare, and Sassy just glares back with her overly large yellow eyes.

“I-OI! W-why would I be thrown in the grinder too? H-he started it!” Sputtering Right pointed at me as he turned to look at the lak.

“Because you listened to him…idiot what did you expect?” Sassy shrugged nonchalantly as she made her way over glass in hand. “Eh, Right where's your sister anyway?” Climbing up onto the stool Sassy then glances at the kid as she slides her glass onto the table.

“Uh…I-I er, don’t really know…” Pausing Right slumps against the table in thought. “Maybe with the big Boss y know? I think I saw them talking earlier before leaving…Yeah, I saw them leave earlier. Why?”

Sassy spun on the stool as she shifted through the pockets in her jacket for a moment before pulling a small box out. Grinning, she dumps the box of cards on the table, mixing them all up. “Because she’s a neat frickin sore loser, that's what!”

“Yeah, frickin somethin all right…”

Blanching Right chokes as he whips his head to glare at me. “W-what the fuck!? Ugh, WHHhhhhhhy?” Gagging Right kicks the stool I’m sitting on from underneath the table, sending me crashing on the ground before I can respond. “Daminit, I-I hope you're the next one killed off Za! Ugh…”

“EWOouh, ow…WHAT? It’s true!” Throwing my hands up from where I landed I stare up at the wires hanging from the ceiling. “Y sis is fuckin loud! Trying to sleep an m hearin screamin like someones’ dyin from the building over!” Craning my neck I can see Sassy passing out cards as Right is audibly retching. “Seriously kid, I pity y…Like I pity y a lot, a LOOooo–”

“Shut up Za.” Sassy snaps as she glances down at me before picking up her glass and sipping it. “Eh, know what Za?” Curiously I glance at her as I scramble to my feet as I drag the stool back a little further away from where it originally was.

“Ay?” Sitting down I grab the small stack of cards she placed in front of me to look at them.

“Stop being annoying for once, and I'll help you get a new leg…” Glancing down at said limb Sassy glares with a disgusted look on her winkley scrunched up face. “Seriously Za, the fuck happened to your leg?”

“...Right took it!”

“I…What? N-no he lost it because he got c-caught in some machinery…I-I didn’t do it!” Right mutters as he glares at me with his eyes still wide open. Open enough to where I can just barely see specks of white float in gray orbs. “Should of l-listened to the Boss but noooo…” Right glanced down at his drink again muttering something under his breath that I didn’t quite catch.

“Oi, I didn’t know it was even on!” Rightfully defending myself at Right’s statements. As I try and peer at Sassy’s cards only for her to smack me with them.

“They are loud! Y-you should’ve heard them. F-forget my supposedly seeing things! How a-about your failing hearing!”

“Well, y! That's why I muted my hearing, don’t wanna go death y know!” There is an undeniable stiff silence once I finished speaking, looking around the table I can see both Right and Sassy staring at me. “What? Tis makes sense!” It does!

Sassy snorted suddenly as she started to laugh, and Right just covered his face. Snorting like a pig, Sassy places a card at the center of the table. “Still doesn't answer why he has a piece of junk for a left leg!”

Gasping at the statement I turned away from the lak sitting by me. “Sssscuse me! Tis my leg y insulting here! I spent hours, HOURS scroungin the thing up y know!”

“Y-yeah, he made me help him b-because Boss wouldn’t…Said it was s-stupid.” Right leaned forward as he started to shift through his cards before continuing. “Which kind, kind of was…is…” Right then placed two cards down, as I check to see what cards I have to place…fuck…

“And it is! It’s an ugly ass leg, it doesn't even match Za!” Snorting at Sassy’s statement I tap at the table for a moment in thought. “Draw a card idiot, you don’t got any greens!”

“OI, DON’T LOOK AT M CARDS! Look at y own y fleshy ball sack!”

“Says the over glorified sorry excuse of a cheap toy gun!”

Grumbling under my breath I tap the small button attached to the table, and watch as a digital screen appears in front of me. Tapping one of the drink options I wait for the pay screen to then appear before paying.

“M too sober for this, not even that tipsy…shat…”