He walked in to the front counter, leaped up to a seat, and called for one. Usual.
…Hopefully this works… he thought. He looked around, seeing a hallway full bar. Some are chilling, others are having their time, and others are near to pass out. Would it work? He didn't know. He met a major mistake in the exact same location; so this could possibly work out for him.
As Electrivire came up to him with his usual drink, he whispered, "Hey, 'Vire, need your help with something."
"Why are you whispering?" he whispered back.
"Just play along, alright?" Luxray responded back. 'Vire didn't respond but looked at Luxray.
"Alright… So…how much of this do you have left?"
"How much of what? This beer?"
"Yeah… Seems like you never run out… Especially after they only come in every two weeks to refill again."
"They come in every week, you know that." 'Vire continued on to wiping a glass.
"…Where does it come from? The Depot?"
"The Depot?" He rose an eyebrow.
"Yeah… you know, the Depot."
"…No, it just comes from some brewery. Maybe it's called the Depot, I dunno."
"Hm… alright, I wouldn't mind going to the Depot… Go there any way I could, you know? See how they do things over there…"
"Well… You shouldn't be that feisty over that… Maybe you're getting over your head for it…"
"There's nothing at the Depot…" A voice said within the distance. Both looked over to where the voice came from. It was a Voltorb, holding his own table. Luxray looked back to 'Vire.
"Dude, how the hell does he drink?" he murmured.
"Shut up, you got your bait. Now go," he murmured back.
Luxray looked back at the Voltorb, leaped out from the seat and walked to his table.
"I know who you're—"
"How do you drink?"
The Voltorb looked back at him. "…I know who you're talking about."
"You do? Who am I talking about?" How the hell is he talking…?
"Depot. No one exactly asks for him around here. Why do you ask for him?"
"Well let me ask you this: How do you know him? How are the two of you affiliated?"
"That's not important. Just tell me why you need him, I'll see if I can move things around for the meet."
Luxray looked away for a moment before meeting eyes again with the Voltorb. He looked at the mug of his, seeing it was now empty. How the hell does he…? "…They've killed my friend and…whatever relation he had with some other chick. I'm not sure about the chick, but the loss of our friend had a hell of a toll on all of us."
Voltorb looked away for a moment, then looked back at him. "…Alright. I'll see what I can do. Just be back here in two days."
"Alright… Get out of here…"
Luxray walked off and moved back to the counter. His mug was still around and took a sip of it. 'Vire was still in the same spot. "Did you get an answer?" he asked.
"No… I still don't know—"
"Never mind." He walked off. Luxray looked back to him walking off, and looked back down at his mug.
He came back to the bar two days later. Hardly anyone was around. He looked at the table, seeing the orb was no longer there. He leaped up to a seat near the counter, looking at 'Vire. He didn't turn back; he served another who asked for a mug or two.
A mug sat between the two, unaccompanied. Luxray looked over at the mug, seeing it was nearly full. He looked down at the bottom of the mug, seeing there was a piece of paper, sticking out of the mug. He looked left and right, seeing no one come forth.
He waited a minute or two to see if anyone came to, but no one did.
He dropped from his seat and went toward the mug, sitting on that seat. He moved the mug away from the paper and flipped open the paper.
"Division Cut. Sundown. When you can."
He didn't bother with the drink. He took the paper and ran off from the bar, knowing what to do now.
"…Glaceon?"
"Hm? What do you want?"
He shows the paper. He takes it and reads it. "…Are you going or not?"
He finished reading the paper. "…Alright, let's go."