Lis eyes widened a bit as the girl stumbled woozily towards her, and Lis braced herself for impact for a trip, but the girl caught herself before landing on top of Lis. As the girl instead tumbled determinedly down the hall, Lis furrowed her eyebrows in wonder. Shifting her gaze, she noticed that Aki, too, seemed confused and concerned. Lis looked over the back of the leather chair she was sat in, to see where the girl was going. Hoping that she was heading to a safe destination, Lis opened her mouth to say something. However, she closed it and shook her head.
Getting up, she scratched Aki's chin, and headed towards the bar, where the boy sat, icing his face. She sympathetically gazed at him for a second before going behind the bar to search for the things she wanted. Lis saw a few scattered peppermints on the counter, and chewed pens next to crumpled receipts. She gently swiped them aside, opening drawers and looking in crannies of the granite top. Eventually, she pulled out what she wanted, went around the bar, and sat on a ripped leather stool. She set them on the flat surface, a few sheets of slightly stained paper and pencils.
Lis sat in the seat next to the injured male beside her. The seats were a reasonable distance, so Lis didn't feel as awkward. Picking up one of the pencils, she did the standard circle and lines to shape a face she was drawing. It was about as big as a portrait, so she used most of the paper. Within minutes, she had sketched out an incredible drawing of a woman, no older than her mid thirties. She had a smile on, which showed her neat, top row of teeth. Her eyes had long eyelashes bursting up and out, and her hair was pulled into a long braid. Frowning slightly, Lis gently reached for one of her own braids, fiddling with the end. The drawing was of her stepmother, who taught her how to braid and do hair when she was 11. It looked exactly like her, which made Lis' stomach flip and her heart skip a beat. Pushing the drawing forward, she abandoned the art and got up. Bending down, she lifted Aki to her chest, and looked around. She spotted a few stairs that led to an open second floor. Lis traveled to them, made her way up, and breathed in the familiar scent.
The loft area had tables and chairs, a CD player, and a painting of men and women playing poker. Lis sneered at the painting, wanting to rip it up. It was lined messily, with bright colors here and there. Criticizing it hard, she stepped closer to it, looking at the signature in the bottom. It was her own, of course, but it was messy and hard to read. She shook her head, ashamed of her previous art which she made at the age of 13.