Abby’s exploration eventually found her at a tavern, still drunk on the freedom to actually go in and just buy herself a drink, she naturally made herself at home for a bit. She didn’t think this was what bars were like at home, not just the whole ‘weird ren faire aesthetic’ of it all. But she’d listened to a pair of guys debating the existence of the afterlife.

Drunk, yes, but surprisingly passionate and coherent. Which just didn’t seem to fit with what she knew of college bars. Not that- she’d been in any, but that feels like a huge omission if it wasn’t in any movies.

Abby had already found herself some clothes a little less- restrained, than that in Cadens. Finally with an outfit that showed off her stomach and arms the way she likes to in Spring. She’d picked a spot near the bar, but enough out of the way to not draw extra attention. But if anyone does actually stop to look at her she will smirk at them as she has zero idea how to make friends.