In the middle of the evening, Bacchus found himself in Quatro Cerberus’ lodgings, completely bored. His gourd had been empty for a while now, and surprisingly there wasn’t any alcohol left in the guild’s barracks. Scratching his head, he figured he could go for a walk and look for some bar or something where he could get a drink. The nightfall was approaching rather quickly, and he still hadn’t tested Crocus’ night life.
“Alright, let’s go then” he told himself while he stood from his seat, plastering a smirk on his face. Hopefully he would find something interesting to do here, some new drink to try, some fine lady to accompany him. Stepping out of the building, he took a moment to take a deep breath of the city’s air and without wasting any moment, he started to walk towards Crocus’ downtown, where he figured would find some nice bar to spend a couple of hours, with his hands behind his head in a relaxed manner, and in no time he found himself walking by the streets, quickly approaching his destination, surveying the buildings and the people who were still out enjoying the night.
Night came and filled the horizons of Fiore, as most of the mages were settled inside their guilds as the town’s people and the city’s nightlife began. Fairy Tail’s lodgings were filled of loud chatter and nonstop laughter here and there, as evening feasts were shared per table and per mage. Delicious whole-heartedly cooked food orders were being served as quickly as possible, accompanied by alcoholic beverages as mandatory.
The fire dragon slayer, with a bottomless pit of a stomach, surprisingly didn’t eat a whole lot tonight. Seated on a table with his exceed, he sighed and stared blankly on his half-finished plate that was a jumbo supersize of an order a few minutes ago. Nothing seems to be the cause of it, but the heavy feeling deep inside his chest was slightly noticeable from the outside.
Not uttering a word, the fire dragon slayer decided to step out of the guild for some fresh air. The evening’s cool breeze drifted past by, the windy gently ruffling Natsu’s hair as he was deep in his thoughts. Aimlessly walking towards a random direction, he quickly jumped up onto a roof and began running like no tomorrow. The frustration building deep inside him was unbearable, needing an outlet for himself.
Suddenly finding himself on top of roof opposite to where Quatro Cerberus was located, his feral dragon eyes caught a member of the guild walking away from the entrance not too far away and not too long ago. Not knowing why, but the fire dragon slayer cautiously followed him from above. It was merely a coincident, but the drunk falcon Bacchus was about to enter a familiar resto-bar. The one of which Natsu could remember, the resto-bar that Cana Alberona would always be in to drink and eat if she wasn’t in the guild or at home.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you in there, falcon. Or should I say, puppy?” The salamander growled softly, having silently and quickly jumping down from the room and landed heavily in front of Bacchus. Obviously quickly assuming things a few steps ahead already, not even taking consideration what may or may not happen with a wide range of possibilities.