The night was fairly jolly among the group of four in the bar. It might not have been busy, but it certainly was not boring. Nalia didn’t need much egging on from Axle to get on stage and sing her heart out. She’s always loved singing. While her voice wasn’t quite as lilting as her sister’s, it never stopped her from stepping up to a mic and switching the machine to one of her favorite songs by Frank Sinatra, The Best is Yet to Come. She always felt like one of those old-timey, black and white, sexy ladies with the long sleek black dress, hair up in curls with a flower at her ear, draped with pearls, crooning into the microphone and belting at moments of high emotion. Karaoke was one of her favorite escapes, besides video games, which was why the machine existed in her bar in the first place.<br/><br/>When the hours wore on, Lydia and Galen left the bar, leaving Nalia and Axle to clean up. Thankfully there wasn’t much due to the small party of people, so it was finished rather quickly despite their inebriation. She waved off the remark about him not being able to count the stock and shook her head, as if to say “don’t worry about it.” She’d never expect him to go that far in helping her. Then when he complimented her, she could only laugh. “I had dreams, sure, but they were only dreams. Fantasies. I never made any effort to pursue them, and honestly I had no drive to either. I was content just doing this.” She motioned to the karaoke machine with her head as she cleaned up the wires connected to it, wrapping them up to put them away. “Being a big star looks glamorous, but it also looks crazy stressful.” She laughed. “Life alone is stressful enough. Didn’t need to add any more on top of it. As for here...hmm, I’m not sure how it would work here, but it’s certainly a thought to ponder on I suppose.” As soon as she finished gathering all the karaoke machine’s peripherals and stowed the whole thing appropriately away, Nalia made her way to the other side of the bar once more, filled up two large glasses of water, and slid one over towards Axle, keeping the other for herself to drink from. “We may be dead, but hangovers are still a thing. Drink up.” She flashed him another smile and laughed before bringing her own glass to her lips and drank.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Lydia could only laugh awkwardly at Galen’s method of addressing her. The last time she was confronted with a man who bowed his head, kissed her hand, and called her “m’lady” was when she was still alive, and the fellow wore a fedora and smelled of rotted onions. That was when Nalia laughed at her and explained to her about...intels? Impshells? She couldn’t remember the word, but the whole experience at the time definitely skeeved her out. Nevertheless, she’s not on Earth anymore. She’s not in her own time. Nobody here is. Galen could very well hail from a medieval or renaissance era of time. His clothes and speech certainly inferred that to be so. So this was merely what is deemed proper in his mind. So, she smiled, sincerely, and nodded her head, thanking him for the lovely compliment and wishing him a good night, as well as an enjoyable stay.<br/><br/>“Sleep well, Galen.” She said, giving him a slight bow of her own head before turning to head back to the front desk where she had left J to watch over for the past few hours. Originally she had intended to only be there for a song or two, but the atmosphere was so much fun she had lost track of time...not that time really existed. Still, her employee still gave her a look of frustration, but not before sneering at the small mage and rolling his eyes. He witnessed the exchange and thought it pathetic. Still, Lydia gave J her “boss lady” look, reminding him customer service was his top priority. And how a person addresses and interacts with another is none of his business. The taller man just shrugged before grumbling under his breath and leaving the front desk to her again. Lydia only sighed. It was always a silent exchange with him. She was beginning to wonder if she’d ever hear the man speak. Nalia was the one who had hired him, not Lydia, so she didn’t even know the man’s credentials or history, or even his name. But, her sister seemed excited to have him on board, so what could she do?<br/><br/>As J disappeared down the hallway of the anger rooms, Lydia retook her seat at the front desk, seemingly at the same time, in much the same way, that Nalia took her seat behind the bar, both with a sigh. Tired. But not sleepy. The sisters don’t seem to ever be sleepy these days....nights...divisions of nonexistent times. But there are always people who need a reprieve, be it a bed, a drink, a swim, a fight, or even just a momentary’s escape, they were happy to provide.