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.

There was a goddess in the cafe. One that actually hadn't appeared in this nexus since.. well, has she ever been here officially? She wasn't really sure. But it was just as well. At the moment she was monopolizing the large tv screen in the lounge by hooking up an XBox 360 where she was playing, and this was no shock to anyone that knew her, Left 4 Dead 2.

She was also shouting phrases in various languages, or maybe it was gibberish, into the microphone headset she was wearing. Apparently her multiplayer experience online was not going well. A few of the staff were watching the goddess swear and kill zombies all while taking bets on if the players online would be turned into stuffed animals, gerbils, or be strung up on someone's wall.

The former sky pirate was hungry. Yet, he had forgotten to go shopping for food. Eh, he'd go tomorrow, but the man was hungry.

So, he came to his favorite food establishment. The Lunatic Cafe.

Victor orders a steak and potatoes with an iced tea and takes a seat in a booth.

A small black portal appears in the middle of the cafe and out of it flies Susan.
Landing on a table she seems to ponder for a moment but then with a shrug of her tiny shoulders she pulls one of the napkin holders over on its side and uses it as a seat and remains on the top of the table rather than take a human form and sitting in a chair.

After all one of the major pleasures of the cafe was the atmosphere that allowed one to be one's self.

Rather than disturb the overworked cafe staff Susan opens a portal and reaching in pulls out a drink and slowly sips it while watching the patrons of the cafe going about their business.
She really hoped someone she knew came by so she could have a chat.
She was feeling restless and bored.