Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29963882-20171018205817/@comment-27070860-20171123084047

Rea grimaced as a rain of water woke him from his trance.

The racoon side-eyed the other two animals who seemed to be making quite the racket. Rea decided to ignore them and look around the room some more.

The walls were a beautiful, full red, as splashes of gold littered the restaurant’s corners. The lights were dim, creating an enjoyable atmosphere. This wasn't the old, empty bar that smelled of rats and beer.

Although, the old establishment had a certain... thing to it.

Rea was actually quite pessimistic about the idea of breaking apart and re-creating the old bar back then. It was a sort of safe-haven for the lonely Friday afternoons. The racoon got used to hearing the rats scamper every time he'd open the door, he got used to the horrid smell and creaking floorboards. He loved coming here with his friends-

There were a lot of memories within those wooden walls- Rea wasn't ready to see them all disappear.

And yet, he couldn't even be mad at the beauty of this new restaurant.

Rea looked over to were the other two were sitting, being deciding to get himself something.

“Good morning- may I have a menu?”