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Sergei appears for his second visit at Trixie's. He had enjoyed his first well enough. People didn't bug him as much here too. This time he chose a secluded table for two in the corner. He had made a reservation with the bartender, Claude, for his favorite drink. A kettle of sbiten and a mug placed on the table. Sergei briefly brushed his knuckle against the kettle when he sat. It was still very hot and likely brewed a couple of minutes before his reserved time.

The prime glances to the side at the newcomer, intrigued by his presence.

"Welcome back everyone"

He simply nodded to acknowledge the cook and poured himself a cup of sbiten. Sergei had heard of Kayuza's kid hanging around these parts. Even though he now works for Kayuza, it was his vacation.

Chimerus walks in with some back everyone goods. Shes been experimenting with energon and tries making brownies from it. Probably not the safest for organic lifeforms, but owefexrly healthy and scrumptious for Cybertronians

"I've been wondering what I could serve to Cybertronians" He chuckled

"Energon-based stuff, mostly. For Terrans like me, water will also suffice."

Piper hummed, stepping inside casually. He wandered to the counter and crawled onto a stool and stood on it.

"Your finest wine please!" Piper announced, it seemed he's heard someone say it before.

Piper was far too young for wine.

He grinned and poured Piper a glass of his in-house grape juice

Piper gently took the glass in both of his hands and took a sip.
"Huh, wine tastes like grape juice!" Piper said after tasting it. "So... adults just call it wine to be fancy?"

Piper didn't even think nothing about it.

"Oh! I should pay you!" Piper said, setting the glass down and reaching into his bag. He put a button, a paperclip, some lint and a leaf on the counter. "Keep the change!" He grinned, took the glass and sat down on the stool instead standing on it.

He chuckled and shook his head. He didn't mind as the non-alcoholic drinks were free.

Shalquoir once again strutted into the bar, looking around.
"Mon dieu, seems just as bizarre as last time."

He groaned quietly and ran his right hand through his hair clearly aggravated.

"Welcome back...." He saw Shalquoir and grew instantly apprehensive

Linda spotted Shalquoir, his flamboyant presence cutting through the dim light of the bar like a shooting star. She felt an instant warmth in her chest, a familiar tug of affection for the enigmatic feline. With a soft smile playing on her lips, she approached him, her golden hair catching the light. "Hello," she said, her voice a melody amidst the chatter, "you always know how to make an entrance. I must admit, this place does have its quirks, but it feels like home with you here."

She leaned slightly, her blue eyes sparkling with genuine interest. Linda was always drawn to the oddities of life, and Shalquoir was no exception. The bar might have been a circus of the strange, but it was the warmth of connection that made it all worthwhile.

She suddenly turned her head and gave Mathius a wink, indicating she was aiming to distract the cat.

Shalquoir looked up towards Linda.
"Thank you, ma'am." She said. "I suppose plenty of people enjoy the sight of a cat. Unless they are a dog person, of course."

Linda looked down at Shalquoir, her smile warm and inviting. "You know," she said, her voice smooth like honey, "I’m definitely a cat person. There’s just something about their quirky charm that draws me in. It's nice to meet you, I'm Linda." She paused, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I get why some people lean toward dogs—they’re loyal and fun—but a cat? They have a whole world of mystery. Don’t you agree? There’s magic in that independence." Linda felt a spark of connection, a shared understanding in their conversation that made her heart feel light.

Shalquoir rolled her eyes at the chatiness of this strange, human woman. She much preferred the company of undead, who tend to be much more silent.
"You may call me Shalquoir. Enchanté." She said. "Now, I'm sure you have better things to do than have a chat with a cat. You're human, after all. Onlookers might call you crazy."

Linda smiled gently, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Crazy?" she thought, glancing around at the bar that echoed with the whispers of the past. It was a curious world where someone could find herself chatting with a cat—a cat that, by all appearances, was far more than she seemed.

With a soft laugh, she leaned in slightly, the light catching the strands of her hair. "Perhaps," she replied, her voice smooth and inviting. "But I have done crazier things." Catching the hint the cat desires no further interaction, she must respect that, "Before I take my leave, may I buy you a drink?"

He clenched his jaw and grumbled "rude, disrespectful flea bitten.......". He then shifted his weight in his chair and popped his knuckles, the sound making a loud click due to the size of Drael's hands.