*A bartender stands outside the door, using a crowbar to take off boards that have been nailed to the door. He finally takes off the last one, and enters, turning on the neon sign on the way in.*

*A woman in blue watches the bartender from afar, as she leans on lamp post."

*Kage walks into the Midnight Club, exhaling a cloud of smoke from her cigarette. She doesn't look old enough to smoke, nor drink.* Nice place, I like it.

Thanks. So, you gonna buy a drink or not?

We have plenty of drinks, alcohol is optional.

Pina Coloda, add some bourbon too. *Kage takes another exhale from her cigarette, looking at the Bartender.* What's ya name? Don't think I've seen you in the Nexus.

You don't need to know my name. All you need to know is that i'm a bartender. *The bartender starts to make Kageomi's drink, but then stops.* You want some potion in that?

*The woman in blue finally walks in after contemplating to herself. She sits down near the bar.* Dry martini on the rocks, please.

(A man with blonde hair walks into the club. He wears black clothing and can be seen flipping a coin from time to time. For some reason, the coin always lands on the same side, the side with an image of the grim reaper. The man goes up to the bar and puts one hand on the counter as he gives the bartender a stern look.) Aye, what kind of drinks are you serving here exactly?

*The bartender looks over to the woman.* Alright, do you want any potion? *He then turns his focus to Eizen.* I'm selling special stuff. Order anything, and I'll give it to ya, as long as it's a drink.

Actually, scratch that order. Just give me anythin' that ain't alcohol. Don't matter what it is. *Kage drops the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it. She takes the closest seat to her and cleans the lenses of her glasses with her shirt.*

(Eizen seems to smirk at the bartender before crossing his arms.) Alright, give me the finest whiskey ya got. Don't worry about the payment, I've got the money to cover it. (Eizen holds up a bag of solid gold coins and throws them to the bartender.)

Alright kid, you asked for it. *The bartender pulls out a glass bottle marked "Special", and pours it into a cocktail shaker. He sprinkles a little sugar on it, and some weird unmarked powder he pulled out of nowhere.*

*The bartender looks at Eizen.* The finest whiskey, eh? Well, ok. Our finest whiskey has been aged for a long time. Longer than 20 years. But i'm not gonna tell you exactly how long, otherwise you wouldn't believe me. *He pulls out a bottle and takes out a large, tall glass. He pours almost the whole bottle into it, and then slides it over the counter.*

*The woman in blue studies the bartender as they make Kage's drink before replying to his previous question.* If you would kindly.

(Eizen takes the glass and begins sipping on the contents of it in order to gauge its flavor.) Not bad, this is the good stuff. I'd never even let my crew get their hands on this. They'd just waste it no doubt. Not everyone can appreciate a finely aged whiskey.

You think I forgot? *The bartender gestures over to a glass at the end of the counter.*

*Kage raises her eyebrow, noticing the "Special" label on the bottle.* What's the special drink supposed ta be then?

Your crew, eh? Well, glad you enjoy it.

Do you really wanna know what the Special drink is? It's better if you taste it rather than finding out what's in it.

*The bartender finishes Kage's drink, and starts to shake it rapidly. He then pours it into a glass and drops a lolipop with a plastic stick in.*

*She takes a sip, smiling at the bartender.* Not bad. What did ya put in there?

Lolipop powder and some defense boost potion.

Interesting drink. I might come here more often then. *Kage takes her glasses off again, fiddling around with them taking occasional sips from her drink.*

I'll be taking my leave for today. FInish your drink and then exit, the shop will close itself. We'll be open again during the day.

Aight, I hear ya. *Kage downs the rest of her drink, putting on her glasses and leaving.*

(Eizen finishes the whiskey and proceeds to take his leave with his hands in his pocket.) Thanks for the drink, later.