"So, what brings you here, mister?" The bartender asked, having waited till he sipped from his drink.
"I happened to be in the area, that's all." He said. "The carnival caught my attention, so I decided to take a short break."
"Happened to be in the area?" Her eyes wandered down, first to his neck then to his hand. "Are you heading west, by any chance?"
"No," picking his glass once again, Dante shook his head. "I'm already done with what I came here for, so I will be leaving the country come sunrise."
Full pockets, combat bionics, and trying to lie low. The gorgeous bartender likely noticed those things and surmised that he was a merc who came to profit from the ongoing war. She would've probed him for what side he was going to work for next, likely to sell it later on, so Dante wanted to shut it now.
"Already?" She blinked at him, looking surprised for some reason. "The carnival still has three more days."
"Unfortunately, tonight is all I can spare."
