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Elsa entered the busy bar, packed to the brim with all sorts of people. The people who came her to meet up with friends or the people who came here to get purposely drunk. Whatever they were doing, Elsa didn't care, she had  important business to do here.

She was dressed in all black, hair held high in a curly pony. Though she'd been against them, she had been convinced to wear 3 inch high heels to give her some height. Other than that, she could pretty much disappear with the shadows.

Callius had assigned her the mission on the planet, Cheron to meet up with a fellow ally as well as take down an enemy. Following orders was now quite her style. As long as they weren't to tiring and she could use her own techniques, she'd be home at the academy the next few hours.

The room was completely made of glass, except for the occasional blocks under the floor. It was a shining crystal compared to the darkly dusted planet of Cheron. With all the bright neon pink and green lights flashing everywhere.

"Miss Engstorm?" A man's voice said behind her.

"And you are?" Elsa asked, not daring to look behind.

"Vesperian," The man told her, causing her to turn her head back to examine him.

He indeed was a Cheron. One side of his face was a pale shade of white and the other side was the darkest shade of black. His pupils were rimmed with hints of gold to their brown tint. 

"I suggest we should have a drink?" Vesperian asked.

"I shall politely accept, sir," Elsa nodded.

The two walked down the glass like steps of the floor, passing by others who were goofing off. The heavy smell of drunkenness and fiery smell of alcohol burst through Elsa's nostrils. Reminding her of some of her early years with Arik.

Vesperian led them to a slightly more secluded area of the bar, where he had his own booth. The cushions were a dark shade of gray accented with a few golden buttons surrounding the pale blue glass table. Extravagant, but not as the Skyler's riches were.

He slid onto the left side of the booth while Elsa took her cue to move to the right side. Her elbows resting against the table before a waitress came over to them.

The waitress was wearing a scandalous tight white dress. Her curves were being practically showcased to them. Though she seemed to not care about what she was wearing as she took out a datapad to take their orders.

"Can I get you two anything to drink?"

"A Blue Margarita Slusho," Vesperian told her.

"Saurian Brandy with the cherry flavoring add in," Elsa added.

"Those should be up in a minute," The waitress answered, sending the orders form her datapad to the bartender before going over to her next table.

"You have exquisite taste," Vesperian commented.

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