A/N: Ditto.

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The sound of a piano echoed through the speakers of a radio. Though she didn't look like the type, she actually enjoyed a bit of classical music now and then.

The bar was currently closed, and no one but herself was inside. Willow enjoyed the silence before the bar was opened, no idiots shouting, no one being a dumbass, just pure plain and simple silence.

She played with a pocketknife she kept on her, opening and closing it, and balancing the point on her finger. As she did, a knock was heard on the door.

"WE'RE CLOSED!" she shouted.

The knocking continued and she decided to ignore it. But every time the door knocked, she lost more and more of her patience, until she finally threw the knife at the door and decided to answer it.

She walked over to the door and pulled the knife from it before opening the door. She saw that it was the same person wearing red and the hardhat.

"What is it?" she asked with a hint of annoyance. "We're closed,"

"Uh, sorry about that, well, um," started the hardhat. "I've heard that this place had some good beer, and I was wondering if I can pick up some and take it back to the others?"

"Unless you can pay for it now, come back when we're open," but before she could close the door the hardhat said,

"Wait I have the money!" and produced a large stack of bills.

Willow looked at the money before giving him a small smile. "How much do yah need?"

Later on that night

The bar was busy as usual. The regulars coming in and buying booze before sitting down and conversing with other bar patrons.

Willow was keeping an eye on things, as she always did. Her gaze sent shivers down anyone who would accidentally make eye contact with her. So far nothing out of the ordinary happened, no one has gotten drunk yet, or was causing a commotion.

The double doors suddenly burst open, gaining the attention of everyone, well, almost everyone. A guy with a tattered cap was lying on the floor with his ass in the air, most likely passed out from having one too many.

"Why can't anyone open a door like a normal person?" Willow asked with a sigh.

"You see that?" said a very boisterous voice. "That is how you make an entrance,"

The voice belonged to a young man, most likely around the same age as Willow, with him was the same hardhat from before, and another man in a lab coat with glasses. The man in the lab coat slapped the young man in the back of the head.

"Scout, you know that is the main reason why we cannot go to places without starting a fight," the man said in a thick German accent.

"Doctor, doctor, doctor," said Scout. "Like anyone is going to- oh," Scout noticed a large group of men standing in front of the three.

"Causing trouble like usual, you mercs?" said a large man standing in front of Scout. "Well you better not cause any here, pal, or there will be consequences for you three,"

"Oooo yeah, real scary,"

"That wasn't a threat," said someone else. "He's giving you actual advice,"

"Wait what now?"

"The bartender is known to lay the smack down on troublemakers who step in here," the man said. "God forbid how many poor souls were lost,"

"So who's this bartender?"

"Her," he pointed to Willow.

Scout looked at Willow before looking at the man. "You serious, all of you are afraid of her, a girl?" He then started to laugh uncontrollably.

The men looked at each other with nervous looks. The man went over to the hardhat. "I think you should get your pal to shut up, cause if he doesn't…"

"Too late," another squeaked out. "She's coming,"

The others quickly retreated to the other areas of the bar, and out of the way of Willow.

Scout was still laughing when Willow approached him. He stopped laughing to say something.

"Hey there beauti-" he never got to say more because Willow roundhouse kicked him in the head, and sent him to the floor knocked out cold.

"He'll be fine," Willow said. "So I take your friends liked the beer?"

"Yup," replied the hardhat.

"Hey, I never got your name yet, what is it?"

"Oh, pardon me miss, I'm Engineer, this is Medic, and the person that you just kicked was Scout,"

"Willow," she said.

"Well, its mighty fine to meet you Miss Willow. I'm sorry about the way Scout acted,"

"It's fine, I see it happen all the time, and just call me Willow,"

"Awwugh," said Scout as he regained consciousness. "I think I lost a tooth again,"

"And that is why you should keep your mouth shut, Scout," said Medic.

"Yeah, yeah," he said as he rubbed the blood coming from his mouth.

"You three better be here to buy drinks, or else you're wasting my time," she said, her mood changing.

"We are," said Medic. "In fact we may have to come here often it seems,"

"We are?" asked Scout.

"At the rate Demo drinks, yes we do," said Engineer as he checked his pockets. "Shoot, left the money back in my truck, wait a moment," he ran out the doors.

Willow noticed it was quite quiet in the bar when Engineer left, "If you are all still staring here by the time I look around…"

The bar immediately got noisy again.

"That's better, so I take it you are part of that RED company right?"

"Yes," said Medic. "But how did you know? I've never saw this place here before and I doubt you would…"

"Two of your co-workers brought their fight in here yesterday,"

"Hm, that makes sense,"

"You fucking hit like Heavy," said Scout. "HOW?"

"That's my secret," she said as she blew a bubble.

"No, no really, I want to know,"

"Too bad not telling yah,"

Before Scout could ask again Engineer ran in with a stack of money.

"Ok this should cover about ten cases," he said panting.

"I'll go get them," Willow said as she took the money from Engineer. As she walked away from the three, her smile faded. "They shouldn't know," she thought. "The past should never be revisited,"

A/N: So Willow doesn't like to talk about her past, especially when it's about her strength.

Review Question: The Waterhole has many types of beer brands, what kind of creative brands should be in stock? (Please make sure the name is creative, and original, but appropriate)

Till next time,

-D.W