<i>The 'Open' sign outside flickers. The streets around the bar are as full of noisy people and shining lights as they are every night, yet inside remains a mostly abandoned locale. There's no bartender in sight, and the single lonely patron is the same one who can always be found here. The sole woman with the flushed face sits at the counter, surrounded by a mess of empty glasses and quite a few papers and notepads, the handwriting on all of them barely legible.</i> <i>Those who could make out the awful penmanship could discern messages screaming about a GYM thread being posted while this very post was being written.</i>

<i>The Open sign outside the door blinks to life. Inside, Ohya is cleaning off the counter, for once finally doing something responsible. It has been weeks, but finally the counter is clear of empty shot glasses. Setting a fresh glass down with ice, she pours herself a drink. Waiting for other bored souls to walk into the bar, she takes a seat behind the counter, opposite a trash can that now houses her old notepad and pen.</i>

I don't know, I was basically told to do this. Sponsored by Amrita or something.

......N-Not me apparently....*sniff* [She begins crying and chugging bottles of whisky. She appears to be trying to form some kind of argument in between drinks, but it's impossible to comprehend.]

[Ohya cleans up the counter, preparing to open. She's been making a mess of the counter enough the past few days. Once she's done she makes sure to set the sign to open, and briefly glances outside to shout.] Hey, anyone awake?! [She is still a bit drunk it seems.] Bar's open! You know, bar? That place that is supposed to serve alcohol?! Just saying! [She walks back in and takes a seat behind the counter.] I still miss Lala-chan...

[Ohya sits behind the counter with a glass of iced whiskey. It's the first night in weeks that she has remembered to actually open the bar. A notepad sits beside her, mostly blank, though it has some notes about the recent events of the Nexus jotted down in it.] Wonder if that crowd is gonna come back tonight.

Hi there kids. I, Beer Mom, am formally announcing that I am running for President, Overlord, Queen, God, Prime Minister, or whatever the fuck kind of government we have. Simply put, y'all are fucking crazy and we need a normal, and rational human in charge. ...*hic*

Ohya takes a sip from her glass, and sets it back down on the counter, littered with half empty and empty, knocked over bottles of alcohol of various kinds. Her flushed face glances down at the blank notepad, her hand fiddling with her pen. <br> <br> “Another quiet night…” Ohya sighs. “I miss Lala-chan.”

Ohya stands outside Crossroads with yet more beer in her hands, and she begins yelling, obviously drunk. <br> <br> &quot;Hey, everyone! Since this Naho person died, like for real, with no chance of reviving, y'know cuz that's what death is, I figured it'd be a nice gesture to throw a Celebration of Life for them! C'mon inside! Heheh, *hic* Let's get wasted.&quot;

[falls into a pit and dies.]