There were only 4 people in the bar, including the bartender in the front, but Delta failed to notice him, because she was struggling with tearing her wide eyes away from the three patrons at the only occupied table.

The one who had caught her attention first because of his loud snoring was passed out on the table top with a bottle in the hand hanging limp by his side. His face was partially covered by his arm that was on the table, but even his sleeping expression was very unpleasant. He looked angry. His red hair was sort of matted on his pale face and his goggles were partially covering his closed eyes. He had a big dark red fur coat draped across his shoulders but no shirt underneath.

Delta couldn't see much else except that he had dark pants that were...was that giraffe print?

She shifted her eyes to the other two.

One was very, very, very tall and looked like a giant human, devil thing. Pitchfork and all. The expression on his face was blank and barely paid Delta any attention as he rested his head in his hand.

The other one was more focused on her and quite interesting. He simply looked like a blue haired zombie. He had stitches all over his body, including his mouth, as well as barbed wire tattoos running across his arms and neck. Oddly he didn't look as menacing even though he was looking right at Delta.

Delta swallowed and puckered her lips in an attempt to keep silent. She couldn't tell if it worked. She gritted her teeth instead and gave a halfhearted wave to the trio and scrambled to the bar stand, hitting her stomach on a stool and knocking the wind out of herself.

A tall, lanky, young man arose from behind the counter and peeked up at her.

"C-c-can I help y-you m-miss?" He stuttered quietly.

"Can you tell me-" Delta started in a high pitch voice.

The man quickly jumped up and clamped his hand over Delta's mouth cutting her off short.

"Don't be so loud! You'll wake the captain up!" He hissed in her ear, removing his palm from Delta's face and pointing at the three customers.

Delta dreaded turning around and looking, but her curiosity got the best of her and she had to take another glance. She had to make sure what she saw was real.

She yanked her head back, stared at the three doe-eyed. Noticing the captain was still asleep, she whipped her head back to the bartender and took her chance to explain herself. Taking a deep breath, Delta spilled her story in a whisper.

"I was sent here by the manager of The Lotus to get some groceries because our grocery store was closed. I have no idea where to go, but I'm afraid to walk back home tonight so I was looking for a place to stay here."

The bartender adjusted his glasses and sniffled, staring Delta down. Delta shifted her eyes around the room during the awkward silence, wondering if the people behind her heard her story. She really wanted to take another look...Delta was quiet but she was kind of nosey. The two traits heavily contradicted each other and sometimes got her in trouble but nothing like this. This was new.

"I know that place... I have no idea why on earth the manager would send you to this part of town, but I can see you aren't any trouble. You can stay the night. I'll have one of my other employees take you to the grocery store in the morning." The bartender whispered.

"Thank you!" Delta mouthed, clamping her hands together. Suddenly the bartender grabbed her arm.

"But before you do anything else I want you to order something and sit right over there at that table. I don't want these guys to know what's going on here. Maybe if you're here .they will act straight if a girl is around."

"uhhh….ok…" Delta agreed not sure what the man meant by "act straight" although she had a grim idea. Unfortunately the table that he wanted her to sit at was right next to the three patron's table. But it made sense. Protocol on this island was that if there were any customers that seemed off, that they were supposed to be set as far away from the actual bar as possible, and all regular customers had to follow that rule till trouble makers left. It kept the bartender and the rest of the staff safe from an angry drunk jumping over the bar stand, and it put customers close to the exit in case stuff got out hand so they could run. Although Delta was sure no one could ever stop these men here from doing anything they wanted.

Delta gave a slightly mope-ish sigh and went to sit down at the table. She was afraid the sigh was a little too loud. Now that she was almost within arms distance of the three whatever they were's, she was in absolute horror. She sat her bag next to her, but kept it strapped on her shoulder. She placed her hands on the table and lightly rubbed at the blue paint on her fingernails. It was taking everything in her power to restrain herself from looking at them again. She knew at least one of them was looking at her and she really wanted to find out who, but at the same time she didn't. She decided to turn her head towards the bartender who was preparing her something. Delta didn't even care, she didn't even plan on drinking it. She was just going to go with the story.

As the bartender was preparing her drink, the bar doors swung open once again. Delta dared to look up out of curiosity.

Another man came in and headed straight for the other three. He was also tall, but not as tall as the other three, and a little thinner. He was dressed plainer than the rest. He had on a black shirt with white dots that was open in the front showing his pale chest. He had on a simple pair of blue jeans with a red sash around his waist with a sheath that held two scythes. Delta shifted her gaze to his hands that were covered by some metal thing, probably related to the scythes in some way. She noted there was no blood or anything on them. Which relieved her a little.

She looked up to where his face was supposed to be but didn't see one. Instead his entire head was covered by a light blue and white striped helmet with a headphone like device over where his ears would be. All that he had on the front of his helmet were several tiny holes lined up with each other so that he could at least breathe. He had long blonde hair coming from the back of the helmet that reached his legs.

"...alright then….." Delta thought to herself and moved her hands from the table to her bag next to her. He made her a little uncomfortable, but not as much as the rest. She was just hoping to god he wasn't here to pick a fight.

The blonde one stopped over by the men and patted his hand on the sleeping one's shoulder.

He finally awoke with a loud snort and whipped his head around to the man behind him.

"We need to go back to the ship, Captain". The masked man spoke in a deep but yet surprisingly gentle voice.

"Yeah…" The apparent captain agreed and stood up slowly. The other two followed his actions silently.

The captain yawned and turned to look at Delta who was sitting not far from him, in what appeared to be a daze.

The captain huffed and turned on his heel and stormed out of the bar with his crew behind him. The masked one was the last to leave and even bothered to push in the chair that his captain left behind.

Delta almost furrowed her brows but was still afraid to move, so restrained herself.

The blonde man turned his back on her and Delta took her chance to release her held breathe and look his way again. As the masked man opened the bar door, he took a glance back at Delta, which made her jump. She blinked her brown eyes and held her head down towards the table quickly, not wanting to instigate anything. That wasn't fair...she couldn't see his face so she had no idea that he would turn to look at her...at least she thought he was looking at her. She couldn't tell but she felt like he was. The masked man kept looking at her for a moment, cocking his head at her. Then turned and left in silence.