The Lunatic Cafe

Through the tears and wtfery, Deina somehow managed to survive anything the Nexus put her through. And as luck would have it, the craziness and uncertainty that was her life for the last few years was mysteriously (conveniently) gone. Now she entered in the Cafe with a bill in hand, searching it over with an incredulous look, "Two-hundred and fifty dollars? Really?"

Taking a seat at the bar, she rummaged through page after page before complaining some more, "I mean, who spends that kind of money on porn?"

The asian knew her man sometimes was gone for months at a time with his duties, but that gave no excuse to run up a two-hundred and fifty dollar bill. If she didn't know any better, she would have guessed Imp 13 was behind this. Hmm. An interesting possibility. She'd have to de-wing that little freak. Was she missing a credit card?

Spinning the simple, silver wedding band on her finger, she just couldn't believe this bill. Imp 13 or no, that's a lot of freaking porn.

Everyone's favorite "porn star" (who actually was not a porn star at all) had been missing off any of the Cafe's radars for a while. It was as if she was around one day and not heard from in months the next. But now, here she was, wandering in with a confused expression on her face. She seemed as dazed as she was the first time she stepped foot in the Cafe years ago. Only this time, at least she was lacking the mech suit. Baby blue eyes that seemed unheard of for a woman of Japanese decent traveled around. She recognized the place... yet didn't. It was like the word at the tip of your tongue but you couldn't speak for some reason. Strange. Was this some weird reoccurring dream? Reaching to pinch herself, she muttered, "Ouch. That definitely hurt. So why does that guy over there still have two heads...?"