Mythical DayDreams

Night of the Special Guest

Kiara's P.O.V.

>>Sup?<<

>>J-Chad, you know the address of Calli's favourite bar?<<

>>Yeah. No doubt about it. It's quite late. Don't you have a baby or something? What do you need it for?<<

>>Ahhh. I needed it because... because of Wifey matters.<<

>>Oh, That's cool. Well, I really can't...I mean...well...I'll send it to you no prob. I'm a bit...Hmmm. Nevermind. You do you, Kiara. I mean Miss Calliope.<<

>>Thanks. Wait? Are you not going to question me any further?<<

>>Whatever a couple of matters is really none of my business. I'll send you the address in a sec. Enjoy your time there.<<

This conversation is giving me weird feelings.

***

After receiving the address, I started to head to the location from Enma's place. It did take a while, but I arrived safely. By the time I arrived, there wasn't much going on, much less packed with people. A few people here and there, calmly drinking and taking in the surrounding atmosphere. Drinking the night away wasn't their top priority. Sometimes by themselves. Sometimes with others. The surrounding area was vast with interior design that benefited the place and the looks going on for it. I looked around at these different things. One of them was a painting of someone who looked like Calli. It was Death, but unattractive. People like Calli love this kinda stuff. Suffice to say, I'm already familiar with the place, and it suited Calli's taste nicely.

Where is she?

As I pondered thoughts, related or not, I took a seat at a table with four chairs. In was in a place with the least amount of people were present. On the table, it had decorations like the rest of the interior decor.

Guess I'll wait to snoop around.

***

There was a stranger dressed in red with clothes. From her outfit, it looked like it had been thrown in a blender. She was walking around the bar, serving guests their needs and other bar related services. She was looking around for what I didn't know of until our eyes met. It was like fate, but the opposite, 'cause she came over with a huge smile on her face, and said, no, shouted at me.

"HOW MAY I HELP YOU, MISS?!!!"

Jesus Christ. My ears.

"Nothing in particular. Thanks."

"HOW ABOUT OUR CLASSIC WINE?!!! WOULD LIKE A GLASS?!!!"

"Really. Truly. I don't want anything."

"ARE YOU SURE, MISS?!!!"

"I am very sure."

"OKAY, MISS!!! PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY FOR THE NIGHT!!!"

This girl was talking in all-caps. Gosh. Wait, where is this ringing coming from?

Checking my surroundings, I sensed nothing that looked like an emergency was happening. After a while, I found out the ringing was going on in my ear like a mosquito was having a party inside it.

This girl. I think my ears just died.

***

Later tonight, a group of people came in looking all suited and dressed up. Out of one of these people was a lady with pink hair and plain skin.