Into the 80s

Sandra slid the money into a inner pocket of her jacket and followed "Sure is pretty huh? On such a clear night too." She looked back at the fire that had now caught the buildings next to it as well "Hmm well a little collateral should be expected with something this big"

"How long until they realise it was an arson?" Neon asked turning the key on the truck. The engine struggling to start before roaring to life. "You know. This destruction really is beautiful." She cooed getting ready to put the truck in gear

"Well they wont be able to put it out untill it burns completely. There will be tells once the building is a smoldering hunk of metal but it will be a week or so before anyone really digs into it to find out right now its too hot for them to get in there even with suits on"

The truck pulled forward with a sudden jerk as it pulled away. "Sorry. Don't know how to drive standard." She said as she looked over with a guilty smile.

Sandra shrugged and pulled out a pack of cigarettes "Hey you mind if i smoke in here? Also dont worry about the whole standard thing. I get it its a pain in the ass but good to know"

"Ah, Hey, Eva, it's Trixie." She says.

"Yes I can tell. What you need?" She asked twirling her finger around the phone cord. Her other hand looking through her papers.

"W-well um... I was calling to see if you were free sometime today. I-It's not a bad time, is it..?"

"No, not at all. Feel free to stop by. I'm on 7460 Applejack street. Just knock three times."

"Alright, see you in a bit then." She says, hanging up a second later, and going to hop into her car.

She jumped, looking over. "Y-yes, sorry." She sighed heavily. "Such a mess..."

"Need any help cleaning up?" She asked flipping the sign to closed. "I assume bar fight, correct?"

"Trixie.. Appreciates the help. Yes, a bar fight... Just about everyone got involved."

"May I ask what happened?" She asked beginning to pick up objects off the ground. Her eyes searching for any sort of broken object

"Trixie isn't entirely sure. She was busy with a new patron when it started, so she didn't get much detail."

She jumped, turning around. "T-There was a huge fight... I forgot to flip the sign... Didn't I..?"

She got back to work cleaning what she could up, silently stressing over repairs and furniture and stock replacement. There was no way it was a small brawl, it looked messier than that. The place reeked of spilled, warm beer and ale.

*Without so much as another word he grabs the broom and begins sweeping the broken glass into a pile, and he works rather methodically as well*

As she cleans up, she starts to get a bit dizzy. Just barely noticable.

"Not that I can afford to get those holes patched right now."

*Ebon look over and asks* “How much would cost for the materials? I’ve patched holes like this before easily back home.”

"I'm not sure, to be honest. Unfortunately a past owner thought thin drywall was a good idea. Stuff's too flimsy for a bar."

“Agreed. Maybe this building wasn’t made to be a bar at first?” *He muses idly as he stares at the walls carefully, thinking to himself*

"Oh it was. Been one since 1919. Just two owners ago one happened to be dumber than rocks during remodeling. Well when it came to the walls at least."

The mare set the shot glass down gently. Her other hand trailed back up to take another puff. Her eyes still on the mare. Not saying anything about what happened in the bar earlier

Her tone was very low and very raspy. "No. I need to get home at some point." She said pulling the cigar away. "I notice the usual owner isn't in, is he ill." Her tone was cold and merciless towards Trixie while those icy eyes showed no emotion themselves. "That would be a shame if he was"

That gave her pause. "Uhm... Not exactly. He is um... No longer about... I'm afraid."

"Oh. I assume he retired then. Pretty early retirement if you ask me. Who's the new owner?" She asked crossing her legs