[As Giovanni sat with his drink, it became apparent that there was a sort of barrier around him. Was it some sort of cloaking technology or a protective membrane? Drawn in to look at the patron he had served just awhile earlier, Meliodas chimed in with his opinion of how the night had gone from his perspective as the owner--and the guy who just gave Giovanni his drink.]
Wow, you really know how to clear seats, pal.
[Nevermind that Giovanni wasn't drinking--he already paid for it, so Meliodas was fine with it. At his side strode a pink, metallic pig, which was softly humming some trashy pop song as per another patron's request.]
Westerly
Wow, you really know how to clear seats, pal.
[Nevermind that Giovanni wasn't drinking--he already paid for it, so Meliodas was fine with it. At his side strode a pink, metallic pig, which was softly humming some trashy pop song as per another patron's request.]