Outside of the bar, Quent ties his dog onto a pole near the doors. "Your dog is really beautiful. What's her name?" After tying her leash to the pole, Quent looks back and says, "Her name's Blue. My son was the one who named her." Yuna was surprised to hear he had a son. From the way he looked; and the way he smelled, it seemed very strange that he once had a family. Now in this day and age, you always hear of fathers or mothers leaving their families behind for infinite reasons. Some because of stress, others leave to find fortune, or help. Some, almost all, never have a happy ending.

Quent takes Yuna by her arm and leads her into the tavern bathroom, the barkeeper didn't pay no mind as Quent walked in with a blood covered girl. Quent opens the bathroom door, but Yuna stops abruptly as she looks at the "Men" sign above the door. "Wait, that's the men's bathroom. I'm not going in there."

"We gotta clean the blood off you, and I'm sure as hell not using the women's restroom. Now, come on." he growls as he pulls Yuna into the bathroom.

As expected to see in a tavern men's bathroom, it was beyond filthy. The floors were dirty and chipped, the light in the room flickered continuously as Quent turns the valve and lets the water run till it's warm.

"Give me your jacket." he asks.

Yuna sheepishly removes her jacket and hands it to Quent. Quent runs warm over the bloodstains that seemingly blended with the blue fabric of her blazer. He then grabs the bar of soap that layed on the sink and rubs vigorously into the stains of the coat. "Goddamn, these stains are a pain in the ass." he hisses as he rubs harder into the fabric. Yuna only prayed he didn't tear through the fabric of her jacket. Within a few minutes, the stains didn't seem to exist. With that, Yuna takes the jacket back and slips it back on. "Thanks so muc..." Her sentence is cut off as Quent takes a paper towel soaked with warm water and wipes the bloodstains on her face.

"Jesus, if you really did kill these assholes, then I commend you." he says with a sarcastic tone. Yuna only mentally rolls her eyes. Once the blood on her face was gone, Quent turns off the valve to the sink and throws away the paper towel. "There, now I can see that pretty face of yours." he flirts, enacting Yuna's face to turn bright red. "Alright, now lets drink." he says as he takes hold of her arm and leads her out of the bathroom. "W-Wait, I'm sorry but I can't..." Yuna stammers.

"Whatever plans you made, might as well cancel them." he says.

Quent sets her on the bar stool and then sits next to her, taking off his hat and gun as he lets out a soft sigh. "Yo, you're back." The barkeeper says to Quent. "Wait, he was here before he met me?" Yuna says in her thoughts. The man looked old enough to be her grandfather, no way he couldn't be that much of a drunkard... Could he?

Either way, Quent says to the barkeep, "Yeah, get me strongest drink for me and the girl here."

The overweight barkeep scans Yuna from what he could see below, to her delicate face. "Hey, isn't this chick alittle too young for you to pick up?" Yuna, red as a tomato, waves her hands sheepishly as she exclaims, "N-N-No, it isn't what you think, sir..." The barkeep waves his hand dismissively and says, "Nah, doesn't matter to me. As long as you got the money and the urge to drink." Yuna clamps up and rests her hands in her lap as she watches the barkeep pour liquor into the glasses.

Handing the two shot glasses filled with whiskey to the two at the table, Quent quickly gulped the drink down while Yuna stared at the foul smelling liquid in her glass. She didn't need to direct her nose over the glass to dislike the substance; thanks to her sensitive nose. "You going to drink or what?" Quent asks, who had red cheeks already from that one glass. "Umm, no, I think I'll pass."

However, Quent continues to pester her till Yuna finally gave up. Taking a deep breath, Yuna gulps down the drink, wanting to gag from the taste and the burning sensation that ran down her throat. "There, now was that so bad?" Quent jokes. Yuna didn't answer, only could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand and her stomach gargle. She turns her head to him and shakes her head. "Good. Hey, another round."

"Coming up."

"Goddamn it, this human is going to kill me."

Filling up their shot glasses with more whiskey, Quent again didn't hesitate to down it. "So, what's a pretty girl like you doing in a town like this?" Quent asks. "Oh, I've lived here since I was a little girl. It was just me and my grandfather till three years ago. Now I've been working to support myself."

"Ah, I see. What about parents?" Quent asks. Yuna found the memory of her family to painful to remember. She adverts her gaze to her reflection into the drink and says, "I don't remember them. I was taken away from them when I was five, and I haven't seen them since." Granted, what she said wasn't 100% untruthful. Quent looks at her with a empathetic stare and says, "I see, sorry to hear that."

"Thank you... but what about you? Are you new?" Yuna asks, "I don't think I ever seen you around here much." Quent give his glass back to the barkeep to have it refilled. As he was doing so, Quent says, "I came from a town called Kyrios. Ever heard of it?" Yuna shakes her head, "No, I haven't."

"Well, I was a sheriff there. I lived there with my wife and son; Blue as well."

"It sounds nice. Then why are you all the way out here? What about your family?" With the shot glass back in his hand, Quent expression intensified, squeezing the shot glass. "They were killed by wolves... along with the rest of the village" Hearing this, Yuna's eyes widened as she felt her heart stop. "Did you say... wolves, Quent?" Yuna asks, trying to hid the tremor in her voice.

"Yeah, I did. What about it? You going to be like the rest and say I'm insane?"

"N-No, of course." Quent looks at Yuna with a smirk and chuckles. "Huh, pure innocence. I like that." What Quent said was no doubt bothering Yuna. Wolves never attack people without reason; if they ever do attack, it's because they were defending themselves, or they were starving. Never had she heard of wolves destroying an entire town. "Well, are you sure that wolves did it?" she questions.

Asking that, Quent slams his fist down on the table, making Yuna shudder. "I saw them myself! I watched them as they hounded my wife and son's dead bodies! I'm not blind!" Yuna scoots closer to Quent. She places her hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing him. "I'm sorry, Quent. This must all be very difficult for you." Quent covers her hand with his and says, "No, sorry for freaking out like that." as he downs his drink. Looking over at the gun next to him, Yuna asks, "Is that why you have that gun?"

"Yeah, I've been hunting those bastards down with Blue for a while now." Shocked and scared, Yuna backs away from Quent and sits back into her spot. Sweat began to form on her forehead as he hands started to tremble. If Quent knew who she was, he would probably kill her without second thought. And speaking of wolves, Yuna jumps to a sudden realization. "Oh, my god! Toboe!" she yells. "What are you yelling about?" Quent asks.

Yuna quickly pulls out a wad of dollar bills from her pocket and sets it on the table. "Here, this should pay for it!" The barkeeper takes the bills, "Alright, much obliged." he says with satisfactions.

As Yuna runs for the door, Quent grabs her by the arm. "Hey, we ain't done talking!" Yuna rushes up to Quent and presses her lips on his left cheek, doing so made Quent let go. "Thank you, Quent. I had fun meeting you." she bows. "H-Hey, wait!" he yells as Yuna runs out the door.