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</div><br/>Tristan had finished off his sparring with Emmy. The routine in his life had become well known to both him and his baby sister. Tristan washed up and gathered his things once again. He put on his leather jacket and slung his guitar bag on his back.<br/>"I'll be back soon Emmy" he spoke in a soft voice before walking out of the main door.<br/><br/>And so his weekly routine would start again. He grabbed his motorcycle helmet and got onto his Honda motorcycle.<div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div>As usual he didn't know where he was going. He just drove, hoping beyond hope to catch a glimpse of Alley. This might have been the small difference in his weekly routine, he drove around a different part of town every week. He drove around for hours, until he, as usual, found himself in front of the 'Happy Pedlar'. The Pedlar had been known by different names. Back when Idris used to work behind the bar it had been called 'The Swan'. The classy establishment had long been past it's hay days and now was nothing more than a sleazy dive bar.<br/>The bar held some nostalgia for him though as it was the place where he had bounded with one of his eldest sisters for the first time. Truth be told, he hadn't made it easy on his elder siblings growing up.<br/><br/>Tris walked into the bar and took a booth in the corner. A middle-aged blond woman was performing on the stage. A cheap knock-off Dolly Parton, singing Jolene. Just awfull. She played the chords all wrong and her pitch and tone was off completely. Tristan ordered a beer and rumaged through his public phone. Two unanswered texts from Addy. She kept asking him to join him on bounty hunts and missions. It was nice of her to reach out, but Tristan always came up with an excuse. He couldn't just leave. What if Emmy needed him or more important what if she found Alley and she needed him.<br/><br/>When the Dolly Parton knock off finished her song and got of the stage under some scattered applause, Tristan got up. He walked up to the stage and lowered the microphone. He sat down on the stool and grabbed his guitar. He decided to open with a song he wrote himself. He played the opening chords to<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dzcwr9s1Wce4&amp;hash=914294ad873a35dfcb190fa1fde14a1b" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcwr9s1Wce4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Me and my guitar</a>and began to sing.<br/>As he played the hustle and bustle in the bar quiet down and people listened intently to his song full of passion. When the final chord was played his performance was followed by loud applause. He muttered a silent thanks in the microphone before starting his second song<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dk4V3Mo61fJM&amp;hash=07cceb22c65e89e28e8c1c0da33f8832" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4V3Mo61fJM" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Fix You</a>. This time when he finished the song he could see a cute ginger girl starting at him, intently. Deciding he could use some distraction he performed one more song all the while keeping eye contact with the girl. This time his song was a bit more cheerfull. He got to a standing positioned and decided to cover the song of a young and up and coming British singer song writer,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D2Vv-BfVoq4g&amp;hash=f10a509f5be0eaec1fb358db555a7d77" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Vv-BfVoq4g" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Perfect</a><br/><br/>As he finished his final song, every one in the bar was hanging on his every word. Tristan thanked everyone and got of stage. He got back to his booth where he received some free drinks from several patrons. After about his third beer the ginger girl from earlier walked over.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div>"Can I?" Was all she asked and Tristan gestured the booth was free. Tristan who was already quite buzzed didn't remember how long the small talk lasted between them but before Tristan knew it, they were making out.<br/>Amidst their make out session, Tristan could feel his phone buzzing. It wasn't his public phone however so part of his mind still had the notion to stop kissing, Karen? or was it Kristen?<br/>As he grabbed his phone he could recognize the voice of Emmy rambling about IT. Before he could respond she hang up. Tristan put down his phone and looked confused for a second, not sure what she meant. His abbreviated mind trying to connect the dots. However before he could, his date leaned in again for a kiss.<br/><br/>The remainder of the night passed in a blur. Tristan awoken in a strange bed, a red haired girl still asleep next to him. He rubbed his eyes and his head. "What had happened after that 4th beer..." He thought to himself. As he tried to piece last night back together he remembered the call of Emmy. "IT?... WHAT?!" It finally dawned on him. He had to leave, NOW! He got out of the bed and started searching for his clothed and stuff.<br/>The red haired girl, Karen? Kelly...? looked up with an amused and satisfied smile. "Leaving so soon? Thought we could have a third round...?"<br/>Tristan who was already clothed by now grabbed his remaining items, put on his jacket and walked out of her appartment. As he closed the door he heard her call after him: "Call me!"<br/><br/>Tristan jumped on his bike and drove home as fast as he could. "How could he have missed Emmy her message?" He thought to himself. He parked his bike at the front door and entered the mansion. He looked like a real mess. Wearing his dirty clothes from yesterday, still reeking from smoke and booze from the bar. His face was clearly unwashed and his hair undone. He wished he was the first to arrive so he could at least grab a fresh set of clothes, before anyone else would arrive. As he entered the bunker he saw Idris down the hallway,m. "Idris?...what...what are you doing back here?"<br/>Had Emmy called her, he wondered to himself as he walked over to Idris, being glad to see her.