Drinks were flying out of the bar like it was a packed Saturday night at the Drunken Noodles—the same place Cassian and his law enforcement colleagues usually visited. He didn't spot a single familiar face, yet the place was crammed even at sharp noon.
It was strange to see the bar this full during the day. "Why the hell is it this packed at fucking noon?" a voice muttered right behind him.
He turned and found Lumine looking irritated for some reason.
"No idea. Maybe some holiday," he said, watching her lift a hand toward the bartender. Despite the crowd, a cold brew arrived almost instantly.
"There's a war going on, for fuck's sake, and they're out here celebrating some useless bastard's birthday or some shit like it's a all fucking rainbow and flowers…" she snapped, draining the jug in one go and looking even more irritated.
