When Harvey and Xynthia were on the way home, it was the evening rush hour. The traffic jam was heavy.

After driving for two straight hours, the car almost ran out of gas. It stopped right in front of a bar.

The bar was named Champagne. It was very flashy, and could be seen outside.

“Come with me, Harvey! Old timers like you aren’t used to places like these,” Xynthia said, “but I’ll make sure to show you around.”

Having dozed off in the car for so long, Xynthia instantly opened her eyes the