The had hardly been so draining as to invariably draw Alisa into the confort of yet another shower. She'd more easily break a sweat over the summer heat than the intensity of her labour, and thus when the time came, the emptiness in her stomach spoke louder. As the orange of sunset gave way to the darkening purple of twilight, the sculptress walked side by side with her partner through the least populated streets... Which granted, were most of them at this late hour. A gentle, chilly breeze brought goosebumps to her skin as it brushed her like a lover's caress; for Alisa instinctively found a little chill far more pleasant than a little heat.
As she ate dinner though, Alisa couldn't help but overhear the conversation on the table right next to hers. There, three men discussed their evening plans, namely where to go drink themselves unconscious on this lovely thursday night. Guess some people feel no need to work in the morning huh? Alisa would say she felt jealous but she really didn't... After all, the amazing physical fitness had been a product of countless early mornings: When she had no actual work to take, she'd simply work out instead.
"Those names...", the moment they dropped both Enil and Mitya's names, a very clear picture started forming in the sculptress' head. The pizzaiolo from this afternoon, huh...? It seemed aside from owning a pizzeria, at night he ran a wholly different establishment, for a whole other sort of clientelle. And Mitya...? Alisa made it a point never to forget the names and identities of most people she'd ever worked for, and she defenitely recalled him. The hungover man who hired her to watch over his elderly parent.
Apprently he often choose his friend Enil's bar to get completely wasted, and wound up repelling the man's actual clients. With friends like these, who needs enemies...? Alisa calmly ate her shrimp pasta with their discussion as her dinnertime entertainment, and immediately suspected she might find yet another mission to take care of. Just a quick job, one last bit of work before she too could rest... Perhaps having a drink that very same bar before heading back home.
No way she'd ever ackowledge that reason as an actual motivator for her ensuing search for this job request... Finishing her last glass of wine and final bundle of pasta, Alisa paid her bill and departed with that ever charming smile, bidding her waiter good evening and once more heading towards the job board with Lumen in tow. Her partner looked a good bit more sluggish, she had far less endurance than Alisa and more importantly had just eaten a decent meal. Alisa ruffled the girl's hair, confident she needn't move much further on the job to come...
Assuming Alisa actually found it that is.
Fortunately, she hardly needed too great a search. The moment she arrived at the request board, the sculptress rested her hands on her hips, and between the moon's gleam and the street lights, even at this late hour she could glimpse through each and every job and eventually locate the one she wanted.