*Author's Note:* *One wistful day, I had found myself inside a bar in Synth City. There, I had met the current leaders, Edgie and Yolk, having a good drink and a good laugh. Once again, I have placed myself in the third person to practice that form of writing.* It was a pleasant night, though not one without the occasional raindrop. The City is often high and dry, so any form of water is welcomed by its denizens. Sensing boredom approaching again, Yalvol, effervescent that he is, decided to hit up a local tavern. After purveying his options, he decided upon one - the strangely named Stockholm Tavern. The sign itself was nothing more than a placard upon the door - otherwise, it appeared to be an otherwise unnoteworthy door, a speck compared to the vast height of the tower it was attached to. The sound you could hear outside would beg to differ. Though it was still him, alone on the street, you could hear music nearly banging through the door and adjacent window. It was some catchy pop song that he'd heard a million times over. *A Cut so fine, don't let me start!* *I feel like I hold a metallic heart!* *I hold it here, just for you!~* *So kiss me, before we adieu!* He shook off the displeasure of *daring* to mingle with the common folk, and opened the door. Indeed, you could describe it as "bustling". Inside the Tavern was myriad of tables - all full to the brim with attending persons, some of them decidedly human, others looked more like a cash register, boxy in any case, and others still were a mixture, and others *still* were wearing robes, and he could swear, out of the corner of Yalvol's eye, that there was a lizard in the corner, nodding along to the music. Taking center stage in the back were two girls sharing a microphone - both of them looked nearly identical, skin so pale it could be mistaken for the sun that had recently bloomed upon the City, shirts that were just barely long enough to cover their waists, skipping the shoulder in favor of separate sleeves, and skirts to accompany. The only difference was their color schema - from hair to shoe, one wore a light bluish purple, while the other was *staunchly* hot pink. Wicking away whatever had come over him, Yalvol's eyes instead were directed to the bar top to the left of the singers - and there were some oft too familiar faces. A mage, for one, merely watching and admiring the display, hooded in a purple cape of some kind, and a Dwarf, for two, about the same height, the only notable bald person in the room, though he made up for it with his beard hair, who himself was more focused on the drink in his hand. With slight caution, Yalvol approached, overhearing a conversation between the two. The mage sounded thoroughly disappointed. "Yolk, this is no way for a leader of a City to act. I have been counting - that is your third glass." The dwarf, Yolk, struggled to look at the mage, but eventually mustered the will to, clearly on some kind of a stupor. "N-no, Edgie, you're... You're too strict! You're always on about 'respons-' 'resp-' *hic-* whatever..." Edgie looked at the strangely drunken man. "You have had far too much to drink, perhaps you should reconsider your bender?" Yalvol stepped in to chat, probably assuming that either one of them would be open for it. "Greetings, you two. Am I interrupting something?" Edgie nods. "You are not interrupting much, save for my compatriot in lawmaking, here." They gestured vaugely in Yolk's direction. "H-hey!" The Dwarf stammered to life. "I-I'll have you know that... That I can handle this!" The mage rolled their eyes. "They have had only water, and are, for a reason only known to The Knights, more inebriated than those two on stage." "Oh yeah, those pretty girls..." The Dwarf struggled to look, but once they did, they seemed like the duo on stage was the only thing keeping them fed. "Bet you'd wanna do something to them, eh, Edge?" Yalvol piqued up, still unseated. "Do what exactly...?" Edgie shook their head, apparently having done this once before. "Yolk, I would appreciate it if, hypothetically, you would *not* tell our acquaintance about what exactly you would consider 'doing' to them. I've already heard enough of it, for one evening." "Aw, C- *hic-* C'mon, Edge..." "I do not understand your fascination with romance and women, Yolk." The mage sighs. "When I was travelling and was responsible for dealing with the Outburst situation in your homestead, I believe the green and red haired ones were the only relationship I think had purpose." They paused. "There was, also, the strange soul-bonding rituals back in schooling, so, perhaps not." "Ah, pshaw, what does Mako have that I don't, huh?" "Self control, I would guess?", answered Yalvol, unamused. "I feel sorry for you, Edgie, You've been dealing with his pining for aeons." "You would understand, then, why I drink." It was right about then that the two girls finished their song, and got a round of applause from the audience. They took a bow, and the lizard from earlier hopped on stage, getting a kiss from them both, before they departed out the door. The lizard spoke with the voice of a salesman. "And that, ladies, gentlemen, and others of the night, were my girlfriends! Now, next on the docket is... well, it's break time for the music, gang!" With a small record scratch, and a quick fade-in, something jazzier started to play over the speakers. "Awh, man... Th-th-*hic-* A lizard is getting more action than- than I am?!" Edgie shook their head, though it would not be the last time they would tonight. "Perhaps if you would not be cavalier about romance, you would, as you say, 'get some action'. It would be in your best interest to avoid the concept altogether, however." Yalvol scoffed a bit. "Yolk, you gotta stop being weird about girls, is what Edgie's saying. But, I wouldn't just avoid them altogether if they pique your interest. What are you, Edge, president of the Aces club?" "No, but I did undergo a brief stint as part of the GSGA program for the mage's school." Yalvol counted on his fingers. Then recounted. Recounted a third time. "What's the third G stand for?" "There are only two." "Whatever." Yalvol crossed his arms. "One means 'Gay'. What's the other mean?" "Garlic bread."