[Vaillant 3.0] Thursday, December 26, 2013 12:17:26 PM
Vail drove throughout the city in order to avoid her annoying family. She seems to have lost them, for now. She turns the corner on a dark street, knowing that it holds one of her all-time favorite places to hang out. She breathes a sigh of relief to see The Priest Cafe with its lights on. She opens the door and is taken aback by the mess laid out before her. The mayhem of yesterday: the upturned tables and chairs, the broken dishes, pieces of food scattered everywhere. It looked as though a storm hit the place.
"DAAAAAAAAMN!!!", she exclaimed, "What the heck happened here!? Where's Shadow? Where's everyone, for that matter?"
There was a thick layer of dust on everything, so it had been like this for a while, apparently. After hesitating for a bit, she goes to the cooler, hoping that there was a Rocka Rolla bottle waiting for her inside. She was about to grab the handle when she notices how dust-free it was. Someone was just here. But who?
Her need for sugar outweighed the need to solve the mystery of the recent visitor and opened the cooler. Thankfully, there were still a couple of bottles of Rocka Rolla left. She grabbed one, found a stool at the bar that wasn't flipped upside down, sat down and began to drink.
As she drank, she swiveled around on the stool and took in the view of the cafe. With the Sad Wings album playing in the jukebox, she started to remember the good times had here. The food, the coversations. The place certainly had a friendly atmosphere back then. She could lament the loss of the Cafe of yesteryear, but she won't. There's been too much of that already and not enough action being taken.
After finishing her drink, Vail pondered whether to return to her home or to stick around. After doing some thinking, she decided upon the latter. Who knows? Maybe some of the patrons will arrive after the holidays.
