Nigel walked into the Lacienda. He was depressed after being left alone by his friend and a half.
Biford looked at Nigel as he slumped onto the counter.
"Bif. Can you get me some cheap vodka?" Nigel moaned as laid her head down.
Biford just poured him a glass. Usually Biford would have helped any customer who was depressed as he was. But no customers have had a consitent track record of pissing him and others off.
"I feel so alone. Abandoned by my friends. This sucks."
"You think that is bad?" A drunken voice yelled out across from the bar. Nigel turned and faced the location of where the voice was coming from. He saw a lucario in a duster with several drink glasses around him.
"I was abandoned by my own team! I brought them togetherrr. And whadothey do to thrank meh? They leave me for the Kanto mob!" The lucario slumped his head down letting out a groan.
Nigel looked at the lucario sympathetically. This guy seemed even worse off. At least Motely had to leave for his own safety. Nigel walked his way down the bar.
"I’m sorry to hear that man. So are you a mercenary?"
"Eeeeyup! Mac the Edge is mah name!"
Nigel smiled. “That’s actually a pretty awesome! I don’t have any cool nicknames, but my name is Nigel. You could say I am a mercenary to…so to speak.”
"Ckool! Merc buddies for life!"
Nigel gave him an awkward stare. “So where are staying right now?”
"No where. My two assholes kicked me out of the apartment."
Nigel couldn’t help but feel sympathy. He didn’t want the merc to be homeless, so he figured he would give him somewhere to stay.
"Hey. My former compatriots left my apartment. You want to stay there?"
Mac was at a loss for words. He didn’t expect someone to help him in this city.
"Thank you. I’d really appreciate that."
Nigel helped him out of the chair and helped him out of the bar. Biford could only look in confusion. He never expect Nigel to be so nice. Then it dawned on him, Nigel has a possible friend. He began to grow fearful of what could come.