Finally. "Well, it wasn't that bad", - Sequoia thought and smiled, - "Everything is changing, but who cares - we'll all be that same good old ones". Surprised with so profound thoughts she bended forward to Druce brushin her cheek against his cheek and whispered, - "So, I suppose we will have party and afterparty soon, right?"
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From her seat in the far part of the cavern with an Opera House of Sydney made of glasses on her table, calm with a melancholic look at her face, Sequoia flaccidly half-lying on a kind of tiny sofa barefooted watched Hikari sitting at the bar and sipping a drink. When Jonah left, the bartender used the right moment to pass Sequoia a glass of something she tossed off and the repeat her request several times until Sequoia finally returned to her equilibrium state of mind.
Hikari hardly looked too cheerful, obviously sitting and thinking of her own. Sequoia was approximately the same, missing the point of sitting in Hell today, but she hardly had the will to try something different at that certain second.