The Tavern

"Sweet." Ze took the weapon and shifted it in zir hand a little to check the weight and balance. "Thanks."

James nodded "no biggie, just use it properly please, I don't want to explain to HR why somebody was blown up again."

"...Again? That sounds like quite the story, I'd love to hear that one," zir head tilted slightly towards Glena. "Sometime."

James chuckled "I guess it is quite the story" he said. "So Cerulian was it? Where are you from?"

Ryo moves to a much quieter spot in the tavern and takes out his mp3 player and headphone. He looks and the mp3 player's screen, scrolling around hundreds of playlist until he stopped at one particular playlist named 'Lofi for rainy days' and tapped on it to play it.

He inspect his sniper rifle and pistol again to see if there is any damage while occasionally takes a little sip from the cup when he suddenly felt a weird tugging sensation on his feet. It actually feels more like something is trying to chew his boot rather than tugging.

To his surprise, it turns out that one of the lurker actually manage to bite his boot and probably have its head decapitated when he rushed into the tavern. "What da? Why did nobody friggin tell me there is a lurker chewing on my boot?! Thank goodness its a military boot so they won't be able to bite my feet that easily." he mutters loudly without realizing that he had actually said it out loud.

"I could probably chew through that flimsy boot and bite your foot for you," offered Amoku.

Huh? What? Urrr... Nu uh no thanks. I had enough share of getting chased by things that wants to eat me for a day. Do I know you? " shrugs Ryo as he stomps the lurker's head into a bloody mess.

"Sorry for messing up the floor with these. I will clean it up as soon as I'm done with my gear inspection " Ryo says to the bartender.

Damn, now I have to find a new boot. It actually almost chewed through the fabric. Ryo mutters to himself.

"I by no means want to eat you," sniffed Amoku, "I was just offering to bite your foot if you needed your foot bitten."

Spoiler

Name: Cleo Carson

Age: 27

Personality: Calm, cool, collected. Shy around strangers.

Appearance: Tall | One eye green, other eye purple | Black hair | Has a pair of tan wings with darker speckles.

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her

Weapon(s)/Tool(s): Glock 19(9 mm hollow-point), 3A ballistic vest, Baton, Flashlight, Radio, First-Aid kit

Other: Her wings can slide into slits on her back, folding neatly against her spine. It's how she hides them. Corporal for the [REDACTED] County Sheriff's Office.

Originally From: Maximum Ride (Non-Canon, fanfic universe)

*Steps into the tavern*

"Finally... Another looong shift over. I wonder what's on the menu today."
...
"Hmm... This looks different...? They must've renovated the tavern."