spring 8, year 1
- bells
In her seventh evening in the Valley, she stepped into the local bar. And honestly, she was surprised it had taken her this long to visit.
A bell tinkled as she entered, revealing a small, dim room plastered with old posters. A curly-haired blonde behind the counter turned to face her.
"Can I help you?"
"Your strongest," replied Nami. She sat down on a stool closest to the door.
The blonde smiled , mixing the drink. "I'm Muffy! You new here?"
"No."
The woman looked perplexed.
"Muffy" wouldn't understand. A week in one place wasn't a new record for her.