i've been drinking alone

I'm not beaten by this yet

Ingrid walked into the bar and said ow. "I guess Blondie wasn't kidding when he said a new one was being built," she muttered to herself, smirking. Bars were her second-favorite places in the world (her favorite being shrines, of course). She sauntered over to the counter to find a blonde man that had bartender written all over his face (and arms, given the tats), but he was cleaner than most. She pulled a piece of paper-wrapped ningo meat from her bag and put it on the counter as payment. "It's from Halo. Not just weird fuckin' chicken," she explained. She'd only just come through the portal that day, and since the cut of meat had been frozen in Halo, it was definitely still good to eat now.

"Surprise me. But don't make it a girly drink," she said with a grin. Next, she regarded the griffin lying along his shoulders. "Attuned, I take it?" she asked, remembering Isuma.

You can't tell me to regret