What was introduced to her next was a rather disturbing scene, not only to the customers but, also to her (especially), as the oaken doors to the bar came crashing in followed by a young gothic girl standing by the entrance.
”That is quite the entrance,” she spoke to none other than her, raising her eyebrow and brought her glass of whiskey onto her lips. Such a scene of commotion was not unusual to her—at least not in the bar, where drunk men tend to fight a lot, whether if it was simply for booze or for women. The frothy haired mage decided to ignore the ruckus, until it was mentioned that the Lolita was also on the search for information of the cursed child. So, that made the two of them who were on the same request.
A second look at the dark haired girl, she almost seemed familiar to her, as if Snowflake had met her before—somewhere, but she wasn’t quite sure. She wasn’t one to forget faces, but it’s been far too long, too many years that her memory had already gone hazy. Upon the mention of the cursed child, the owner of the bar straightened up, his eyes flickering nervously and she was the first one to notice that.
”Gaud Teller, aren’t you?” the woman edged closer to the bartender.
”You seem like you know something about this cursed child. It’s important so if you know anything, you need to tell me.” She definitely sounded convincing, if not authoritative, and she didn’t want to waste time trying to solve this.
”Well, I just overheard some rumours that there’s some kid who’s going on a rampage with some dark magic. I don’t know man, but I heard someone got injured. I don’t want the kid chasing me around, so I’ve just been keeping quiet.” The man fidgeted with his hands, and it was obvious that he felt uncomfortable sharing the rumours—she understood why.
”Don’t worry. As a reward for giving me information, I’ll be your new regular from now on.” She lifted up her whiskey, finishing it in one gulp and turned to face the Lolita.
”Seems like we’re going to be working on this case together. Let’s go, shall we?”