"Well," he started, eyes widened, "Thanks." Black took the drink that the stool made and sipped it. "Damn good job."
Nightshade nodded. "I've certainly slept in worse places." ************************************** The stool did a quick little jig at the compliment, then headed over to the sink and started washing dishes.
The oven timer dinged, and the barstool bartender soon brought out a tray of hot sweetrolls. "I guess not," Nightshade said.
Nightshade yawned again, and tossed her bits on the table. "I'd love to stay with ya a bit longer, but I'm beat. I'm going to bed."
"Alright. I'll join you whenever Az and those guys get back. That'll be about closing time, I think."
Nightshade gave her a quick peck on the cheek and headed upstairs, where she flopped into the nearest bed and quickly fell asleep.
The barstool bartender, hereafter known as Ol' Windsor, pointed to the clock to indicate that it was almost time to close.
As Blackened turned to Windsor's signal, he then looked at the clock and turned back to him (her/it/thing/whatever?). "You did a fine job," he remarked to the wooden bartender, before smiling and heading off.
Nightshade's eyes snapped open when the door opened. Her muscles tensed and her eyes narrowed as prepared to take down the intruder... wait, was that Raven? Right, she wasn't in her own bed. She was sleeping at the bar.
Raven noticed how quickly her body tensed up. It wasn't exactly easy to miss. She spoke quietly, "Just me. You alright, Nighty?"
Raven gently cuddled up against Nightshade after a moment, playing big spoon and falling asleep. All that was left now was for stool guy dude to close up the bar before Maya could reopen with her new face horn powers.
