{Melisa}
One day. Just one more day before everything was solved. One way or another.
[Though to be honest,] Melisa thought, pushing open the bar's door, [I'm starting to hope Vira fails.]
The usual crowd of day-drinkers barely looked up as she entered. A few nim were passed out at their tables, probably celebrating their latest "victory" against the humans. One guy had his face planted directly in a puddle of what Melisa hoped was beer.
[Real paragons of the revolution right here.]
Vira was behind the counter as always, mixing drinks with one hand while somehow managing to keep her boobs from spilling out of her top with the other. It was like watching someone juggle while doing advanced mathematics and, to be fair, she was killing it.
