A small talk

After Marcus notified them with their short meet up and setting up a plan, Alastor called out Van to talk privately, whereas, Kate left at the shop to cater with the customers. Alastor led Van at the bar where Gregory coldly reproach him for bringing a minor. The mercenary rebut with jeer and gag. The barkeep shook his head in dismay, reluctantly allowing Van to enter. They sat at the corner. Alastor greedily drink a large glass of bar until its half. Gregory gave Van a juice, he wasn’t given much of a choice. Van tried his best to avoid making eye contact within the room; they all appear to be unnatural. Van hasn’t been on other places like this, but he knew people don’t look like someone who’s ready to pick a fight. He clung coldly at the glass and drink it to soothe his nerves.

“Are you sure we should be here?” Van asked.

Alastor snorted after drinking, his face squirmed and cringed before responding, “Don’t worry. You’re fine. The barkeep is my friend.”