{Melisa}
The bar was about as lively as a graveyard at midnight. Which, given that it was usually packed with wannabe revolutionaries plotting murder and mayhem, was still kind of refreshing, though, two days in a row like this? It felt weird.
[I'd bet they're still plotting murder and mayhem,] Melisa thought as she stepped inside. [They're just doing it somewhere else today.]
The only people in sight were Vira, looking bored behind the counter, and some old guy nursing what looked like his eighth drink of the afternoon. The kind of dedicated alcoholic who probably wouldn't notice if the place caught fire, let alone overhear any conversation.
"Melanie!" Vira's face lit up. "You're early again~"
[Wow, someone's happy to see me,] Melisa thought, sliding onto a barstool. [Almost makes me feel bad about what I might be doing to her brother soon. Almost. I mean, he started it.]
