With twelve hours ahead of them, the three had to find some way to pass the time.

They had to be careful to avoid areas that the BladeDancers would be patrolling at the time or others that were under strict BladeDancer protection. Though it seemed more like control with how on edge people were in those areas, and how shop owners seemed to stiffen every time a known BladeDancer walked past them. It made his stomach twist. BladeDancers were supposed to be protectors. They were meant to be the modern day Robin Hoods, they were supposed to steal from the cruel and give to the good. If Jocelyn was here, she'd burn the entire place to the ground and start it all over.

But what Cerra considered 'passing the time' Sky felt was very strange. First of all, they went to a bar. Sky was almost positive that Cerra wasn't allowed to be in here, but here they were. He was perched on his seat it in a way that reminded Sky of a watchful bird, crouched down on the seat with his hands on his elbows. The bar they were in looked seedy, but Sky had been in seedy places before and it didn't really bother him. But it was rather crowded for it being so early in the morning.

People were at tables or at the bars, while others were swaying a little to the music playing from some beat up speakers. The floor was in need of a dusting and he was sure that the dark wood underneath their feet would look beautiful with a little bit of a spit and shine. There were posters and other decorations all over the white walls that definitely needed a few new coats of paint. The bar itself could also need a clean, but the men and women sitting there at all ages didn't seem to mind as they downed shot after shot. Seemed like alcoholism ran high here. There was a stage in the corner but it was currently empty, void of instruments or speakers. Sky wondered how long it had been since someone performed here. He also wondered if he was going to find a bunch of splinters in unsavory places when he got up later.

Cerra had sat them way in the back, away from any windows and from the view of the front door. Smart move on his part. But despite being in the back and despite all of the people standing between them, it didn't stop Cerra from staring at what Sky knew to be a 'TV' in the corner of the room. It was blocky and old and the reception was crap but Cerra didn't seem to care. He didn't take his eyes off of it after they had ordered some food from a bored looking waitress with messy brown hair tied up in a bun and tired green eyes.

"... What are you watching?" Darius asked Cerra, leaning over to try and get a better look at what was playing on the TV. Sky leaned over with him, arching his head up to get a look over his hair. He noticed a twig they had missed when they were heading to the city and he reached up and tugged it out. Darius shivered in surprise before he looked back at him and smiled.

"Soccer," Cerra said in a monotone voice as he refused to tear his eyes away from the screen. "The Otters are winning." Sky glanced at the TV and saw people, some wearing green while others wore purple, sprinting back and forth across a field. They were kicking a white and black checkered ball between them, trying to get a goal on either end. He tried to make sense of it but soon found himself lost and disinterested.

"... Is that good?" He asked nonetheless since Cerra seemed very into it, and Cerra smirked.

"Very." Then the smirk was gone, replaced by a determined thin line. Sky and Darius glanced at each other before Sky shrugged and sipped the beer he had ordered. He crinkled his nose at the taste and pushed it away, wiping at his mouth roughly.

"Even the beer sucks." He muttered.

"Well someone better drink it," Cerra said, still not looking away from the TV. "The bill's gonna be twenty bucks and I've only got fifty."

"Twenty bucks for a salad and two drinks?" Sky growled. Darius looked down at the salad he had ordered. The leaves definitely weren't fresh and he wasn't too keen on putting them in his mouth. "You gotta be kidding me."

"This is the cheapest place I know hombre." Sky furrowed his eyebrows before he sighed and leaned back in his chair. Darius poked at the leaves with his fork before he carefully put it in his mouth. He shuddered at the taste but made himself take another bite as he thought about what Cerra had said. He didn't have any money on him to pay Cerra back. He wouldn't feel good about wasting it.

"I was buried with some gold coins." He said lowly so as not to be heard by others. "Once we've got your dagger, we can go back there and get it. Cash it in and get some money." Cerra finally looked away from the TV, rather suddenly, to stare at him.

"You were buried-" He started and Darius finished for him.

"With gold coins?!" He said rather loudly, and Cerra and Sky quickly shushed him. A couple of people looked over at them but lost interest quickly. Cerra glared at Darius.

"Man, you gotta learn to callate la boca!" He hissed. Darius blinked.

"ماذا كان هذا؟?"

He asked, dumbfounded. Cerra stared at him.

"What." He asked.

"Translation, please," Sky growled.

"I said 'shut your mouth!'" Cerra growled.

"And I said 'what did you say?'" Darius piped up.

"English from now on!" Sky hissed. "It's the only language we share!"

"Oh, sorry about that," Cerra growled, "little hard to switch it off since I've lived with a woman who only speaks Español all my life!"

"Try your very best!" Sky hissed back. Cerra rolled his eyes before he noticed something out of the corner of his eye and quickly looked over. He went still as he saw someone entering the bar.

"Grab your crap." He hissed. Darius and Sky looked at him as Darius grabbed his backpack.

"Why?" Sky growled.

"We're going out the back," Cerra hissed, "come on!" He stood and sprinted to a door in the far back, slipping past a few people as he did. Darius and Sky quickly followed, leaving the beer and salad behind, having difficulty with keeping up once more as they followed him out the door.