Sure, The Bartender replied, plucking up a glass with deft fingers and filling it with the clear-fizzy drink. Can I see some ID. He then asks Kiko discreetly, leaning forward as he passes the drink her way while making a pointed glance around the room. The Bartender leans back with a patient smile, waiting for Kiko's ID to be fished out to declare her of age to be in the establishment.
...ca OD'd on it, I hear the other night at a pa--.
Bits and pieces of conversations waft into everyone's ears. Unlike the college kids with their sweatshirts, insecurities, and lack of foresight on their sleeves, the Magi were here for something. Information. A clue. Anything.
--ant some of the new stuff. Gotta impress the frat. I don't want the us--.
--ink tabs are the best...do you have --?
Miach
It has been too long since the last hit, the Acanthus valiantly trying to keep himself clean. But, the shadows near him were darker, somehow and in the corner of his eye, something flickered past him. It was hard to tell if it was real or his imagination somehow playing tricks as it ached for more GLO. If the Mage glanced in that direction, nothing but the vibrancy of youth glanced back at him.
Miach's arm itched, but there was nothing there.
Surprisingly, Bishop and Kiko seemed more tangible than the swirling mass of young people around them.
The promise of a nearby dealer, though, touched the Medstar's ear.