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[attr="class","pokepost2"]The moon loomed above Slateport like a pearl amongst a sea of shattered diamonds. A Saturday night, the city's lower district was alive with activity. Bright lights lit up the streets, a cacophony of voices and footsteps sang out from every direction. It overwhelmed the mind, dulled the senses - made it easy for one to lose themselves.

Exactly what Xander wanted.

He walked the streets, both hands inside the pockets of his biker jacket. In addition to the coat, he wore a plain black t-shirt and slightly faded dark blue jeans. The get-up was far from stylish, but it was fitting for a night of drunken debauchery.

His goal was to get drunk enough to forget about the other day. When he'd attempted to help Alexei Ivanov douse the fire on Route 119. Only to end up more a burden than an aid. He flinched recalling the events. How he'd left those kids alone inside the shrine as it burned. The sight of the brother-sister pair had triggered painful memories for him.

He'd gone back for them - but that didn't excuse the fact he'd turned tail and ran like a coward.

Xander groaned, passing by several bars on the way to his destination. He was sure he'd visit them all as the night progressed, but he wanted to kick things off at a particular location.

Ritual. A quant establishment owned by virgil roach and located on the seedier part of town. It also just so happened to be Xander's place of employment. He wasn't too familiar with the owner but it paid well and the drinks were top-notch.

He arrived, pulling open the door and stepping inside. The place was busy - as was to be expected given what day it was. Xander recognized a couple of regulars and gave of em nod. Afterwhich, he immediately went to order himself a drink. Bourbon, the Belmont family's drink of choice.

"Fuck it's been a long week." he muttered and quickly downed the drink.

Now if only he had some company.